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29th November 2018 by James Stone Leave a Comment

 

In the last blog I introduced you to a guest blogger, the Reluctant Mountaineer.  Here she writes again about a visit to Morocco and the Atlas Mountains in June 2017.  So was she there for the culture and the sunny weather?  Or, perhaps, was she going to be dragged up climb Jebel Toubkal, the highest peak in North Africa?  Well read on and find out…

 

 

I have done my fair share of hill walking over the years, especially when I was younger and fitter. But this was mainly in the British hills.  However, I was never tempted by, or considered myself fit enough to tackle, the large mountains climbed by my other half. I was also put off by some of the conditions encountered in high places – snow, wind and cold, and the unknown effects of altitude.

However, after my other half’s amazing achievement climbing the volcanic seven summits, and before being totally past it, I thought I would have a go at a “big mountain”, to test myself and to see what all the fuss is about. The only condition was that I would only go somewhere warm and sunny.

So in June of 2017 a trip to the High Atlas in Morocco was organised, with the intention of ascending Jebel Toubkal, the highest peak at 4167m. It was a trek over 5 days, so we could see the area and not just the mountain, and to enable us to acclimatise. It was just the two of us plus a guide and a cook, so that we could go at my slow pace. And I would not hold up others in a larger group, or be intimidated by them all being faster than me.

My sergeant major of a better half put me through a training regime; more trips to the gym; more days out walking; and going on my regular dog walks carrying the “rucksack of doom” filled with water bottles, building up to 12kg weight. Even so, I was very apprehensive and concerned whether I would be capable of achieving the objective.

On Saturday 17th June we flew to Marrakech, arriving to a lovely 29 degree heat at the very new, very swish airport. We had plenty of time to admire the airport and the bustling activity outside it, since our supposed pick up was nowhere to be seen.  He eventually arrived after a few phone calls and an anxious wait of an hour and 20 minutes, he having first decided to eat his dinner after sunset since we were in Ramadan. Not an auspicious start in terms of the organisation.

INTO THE MOUNTAINS

We stayed overnight in a small hotel on the edge of Marrakech’s business district.  A different driver collected us at lunchtime the following day after a leisurely breakfast. There was some confusion about where we were going, not helped by the language barrier. We were driven to a different hotel on the edge of the mountains to the one we had been expecting; but we were given tea and made welcome. Eventually our guide arrived and explained that we were staying here, an Ecolodge at Ouirgane. The Lodge was extremely pleasant; the only downside being that tomorrow’s walk would be one to two hours longer (onto an already estimated 4 to 6 hours) because our original itinerary had involved a walk of one to two hours from Ouirgane to our hotel further up the valley.

Ecolodge
At the Ecolodge

 

Our guide (Lahacin) took us for a walk around the village; mint grew like grass, but smelled so much better. There was an odd mix of flowers….roses, geraniums, and cacti; and birds from wood pigeons to exotic varieties. We saw wells where salty water was extracted and placed in beds where it evaporated and left salt as a residue.  Mules then transported the salt to markets.

Salt pans
Salt formed after evaporation

 

Ouirgane
Ouirgane

 

The next morning, after breakfast outside, we met Mohammed and his mule which was loaded with our large kit bag and loads of provisions.

Mule
Our transportation

 

Then the walking began. Mainly this was along a rough vehicle track.  The first part was an hour and 20 minutes to Das Tassa, the place we thought we were going to stay the previous evening. I was happy that it was within the one to two hour time guide.

Mohammed and the mule
Mohammed and the mule

 

The way ahead
Road to…?

 

The road continues

 

Rough path
Now a rough path

 

I was walking pretty slowly, and at times it was tedious as we crossed and recrossed a little river.

The river
The river

 

After 5 more hours we reached the village of Tizi Oussem, our next stop. At 1900m this is 900m higher than the Ecolodge. Again it was within the time estimate though frustratingly our accommodation must have been the highest point in the village and the furthest point from the perimeter so the extra 20 minutes walking up to it were an annoyance.

One of the many villages we passed through
One of the many villages we passed through

 

The accommodation was rather like a hostel, but we had a room which would sleep 3 just for the 2 of us.

Hostel at Tizi Oussem
Hostel at Tizi Oussem

 

On arrival we were given mint tea and a lovely lunch, comprising salads, pasta and a tagine, all prepared by Mohammed.  We rested rather than explore the village…..I felt I had seen enough on the 20 minute slog through the narrow alleys. Later we had more tea and the offer of biscuits, which we declined as plain and unappetising. The evening meal was soup and bread, some sort of stew/tagine and then fresh fruit. That was to be the pattern for meals for the trip; excellent food, and piles (too much) of it. Since it was Ramadan the guide and muleteer were not able to eat or drink between sunrise and sunset. So they ate later, and again in the early hours, but had to undertake each day’s exercise without nourishment or water.

ASCENDING OUT OF THE VALLEY TO LEPINEY REFUGE

Breakfast was at 6am, porridge with jam to add, plenty of bread. We set off from the village and through juniper forests. I was slow and wanted more rests than we were given. Today I was going to be dragged up to 3000m.

Looking back towards Tizi Oussem
Looking back towards Tizi Oussem

 

The juniper forest
The juniper forest

 

We had brief chances to catch breath and were told we would stop at a good place so ploughed on.

Looking back

 

The guide’s chosen place eventually came, and it was well worth keeping going to that point.

It was by a waterfall, sheltered from the wind, and with good views. Plus there was a youth there with a makeshift kiosk, somewhere to sit, and drinks to buy – coke, Fanta and fresh orange juice. The lad had rigged up a pipe to run water from the stream under the waterfall over the cans of drink and the oranges to keep them cool. He took some of the cooled oranges and squeezed them in a press…it was wonderful and refreshing, and about £1.25 for a generous glass.

This was another example of the locals making the best use of the natural resources, the water and the land. On each day we had seen places where streams/snow melt had been used in irrigation channels, and any available land being cut into terraces to grow crops, maize drying in fields behind windbreaks, women picking vegetables or grazing their goats on the path side.

Relief in sight
Relief in sight

 

Refreshment
Refreshment….

 

and relief
….and respite

 

After our welcome rest we headed up, thankfully not up the waterfall but contouring around it. It was however very steep and very hard. It was cooler in the shade and in the increasing wind, so we had to don our cagoules. Emerging from the head of the valley from the waterfall we still had a way to go to our next night’s stop, at the Lepiney Refuge. Although we could see it in the distance it seemed to take an age to reach it. The guide seemed anxious to press ahead, and in fact it would not have been pleasant to stop because the wind was very strong. At times I had to stop to brace myself against the gusts, and felt as if the wind was sucking my breath from me.

Lepiney Refuge
Lepiney Refuge

 

Sleeping accommodation at the Refuge
Sleeping accommodation at the Refuge

 

The Refuge was billed as basic accommodation. There was a porch (where muleteers slept), one basic room with a table, chairs, shelves, a bunk at one end for guides and kitchen area. Our accommodation was up a vertical ladder through a small hatch where the upper floor was the extent of the building with mattresses set out. The “facilities” were outside in a shed down some steps, a little way from the main building. As the previous night, the “toilet” was a hole, over which you had to squat, and hope your aim was good; if not there was a tap and a little bucket to use to swill the area.

The "facilities"
The “facilities”

 

The basic facilities were offset by the excellent food again, and the company of a Canadian couple. We had our afternoon tea with them and they graciously shared the popcorn that they were served with theirs. Ourselves, the Canadians and our respective guides and muleteers were the only occupants of the Refuge that night; so the place actually seemed roomy;  we could spread out on the mattresses upstairs; and we all ate together later in the evening after sunset.

Unfortunately I had a pretty uncomfortable night. I was disturbed by the wind howling around and started to worry about the next day’s walk in the conditions. I also needed to go to the toilet but tried to put it off, fearing disturbing the others in the room, falling out of the trap door or down the ladder, disturbing the guides downstairs, getting lost negotiating the route to the toilet, getting blown away! Eventually I had to obey the call of nature, and I managed to find my way there and back without adverse incident.

THE HARDEST DAY

We set off at 5:30 the next morning. It was already light but thankfully not as windy as I had feared. We had to retrace our final steps from yesterday which meant losing 150m of height. Then we took a new route and started the uphill plod.

Early morning
Early morning

 

We were not yet at the infamous zig-zags but the path began to veer from side to side. Eventually we reached a col where there was a group camping. We had a rest stop here……and the Canadians who had set off from the Refuge an hour after us passed us and seemed to be sprinting! The next section was a series of zig zags which we had been expecting. Opinions in the literature varied as to whether there are 99 or 137 of these! I’m convinced there were at least 250.

The zig-zags
The zig-zags

 

I just kept wanting to stop and catch my breath; I used other trekkers wanting to overtake us, and donkeys needing to pass, as any excuse to stop. The only word to describe the zig-zags was interminable. The guide suggested I should lengthen my poles, and use them in a better way. Other half suggested he should teach me to walk properly……….so for the last 60 years I have been doing it wrong!! He was concerned about my technique, and I needed to place weight on my heels, and pay more attention to my foot placement, for example on rocks, so that I would not slip back. They were both trying to be helpful, but neither endeared themselves to me at that point!

The zig-zags
Will they ever end?

 

We were mainly walking in the shadow of the mountain face, so it was not too hot. It took about an hour and a half to reach the first ridge, but at least another half hour to the end of the zig zags. And then of course that wasn’t quite the end because there was a further climb to the col at 3400m. Finally we reached the col, bought a drink and had a half hour rest. My hands were very cold. I had a pins and needles tingling sensation. I couldn’t really feel them so I spent the time shaking them and trying to warm up. I hoped it wasn’t a sign of any other problem; it had occurred to me a few times that in the event of illness you were pretty exposed and getting help would be a big issue.

Towards Imlil from the pass
Towards Imlil from the pass

 

At least the view across the valley to Toubkal was rather nice.

First sight of Toubkal
First sight of Toubkal

 

At this point the other half decided to take a detour to ascend a higher point from the col and then make his own way down to the track towards the Mouflon hut which was our final objective of the day. The guide and I went directly down from the col; it was very steep and tricky to descend, and inevitably we made very slow progress. When we could see the buildings in the distance it didn’t really help because they seemed to move further away as we approached rather than get closer! I was extremely tired when we arrived at the Mouflon Refuge at 1:20pm, almost an 8 hour day and 7 of those very hard walking. I flopped in the dining area and had mint tea, and we had lunch when the other half arrived about 20 minutes later having ascended Aguelzim at 3710m.

Toubkal from Aguelzim
Toubkal from Aguelzim

 

 

Mouflon Refuge
Mouflon Refuge

 

The Refuge is a large building with dormitories, bathrooms (western style toilets – yay!), communal rooms to relax and have meals. We were in a dorm with the Canadian couple, and some others, but thankfully it wasn’t full (room for 24). We were so tired we had a nap but that probably wasn’t the best idea. I woke with a headache which a migraine tablet did not alleviate. We had more tea with the Canadians, an English lady and others.

But then I began to feel nauseous and was slightly sick. We consulted the guide and I was advised to drink, slowly and take it easy. I surprised myself by being able to eat dinner without feeling any more sickness and gradually the headache eased. On the advice of our guide I waited an hour after dinner before getting ready for bed, drinking a bit every 5 minutes. He was worried that I may develop sickness again, or dizziness, a worsening headache or any problems with my eyes. We were instructed that should any of those symptoms occur we should tell the guide and if necessary I could be taken down to the village.

I was anxious about any of that occurring, but I did not want to be thwarted in my attempt to reach the summit before I had even tried. Also I was particularly concerned that the other half should not lose out on the summit attempt. In the event I had no further symptoms.  I am still unsure whether the episode was a result of altitude problems or merely a bad migraine after an exhausting day following little sleep; or some combination of the two.

SUMMIT DAY – TOUBKAL!

And so summit day dawned….well it would eventually. We were up well before dawn and struggling to eat porridge for breakfast at 4 am. We set off about 5:20am.  This was well after most of the other occupants of the hut. The forecast wind fortunately had not materialised.  I thought that pacing yourself was important; and indeed the other half had said this, and recounted his previous expeditions where the motto was “pole pole” meaning “slowly slowly”. So I was doing precisely that…..only to be told “Come on, you can go faster than that”. Well no, actually, I really felt that I couldn’t because I felt out of breath!

En route up Toubkal
En route up Toubkal

 

The path led off steeply uphill behind the Refuge and then to a section of boulders which involved some scrambling. This wasn’t too bad because you felt as if you were making upward progress. We did have a number of stops; one after a snow patch; one after being overtaken by a group of singing Italians(!); and after a tricky section where I was attached to the guide with his scarf so that I could follow in his footsteps. The other half was clearly frustrated by the slow pace, but kept with us at this stage.

I knew there was about 1000m of ascent to the summit, so like climbing a large Munro, but starting from a somewhat higher altitude. The average time from the hut to the summit may be 3 to 3.5 hours but I knew there was no way I could do that and was expecting it to take 5 hours. I just kept thinking about seeing our son, coming home from Sheffield University when we got back; and a few days later me going to Cyprus to visit our daughter who was working there. So I was inwardly counting and reciting to myself, 1000m feet of scree and rock and then I can see my children. Strictly speaking it was of course 1000m up, and the same down but I figured I could cope with that.

We finally reached the col after a long scree slope, which we had been able to see for a while, so that was a sense of achievement. The col lies between the summit and Toubkal’s lower west peak and is at around 3900m.  We had a longer rest there with drink and snacks, though I wasn’t allowed to look at the view of the summit…. I had to wait to do that as I approached it. There was an English guy and his guide here, everyone else way ahead of us. At this point I thought I could make it to the summit. The other half reckoned it would be another hour for me from this point, and I was happy to be given a measurable time, and a realistic estimate.

"Happy" at the col
“Happy” at the col

 

Toubkal's west summit
Toubkal’s west summit

 

Toubkal's summit from the col
Toubkal’s summit from the col

 

The scree
The scree (ugh!)

 

Companions at the col
Companions at the col

 

The guide and I set off ahead of the other half. He was taking pictures and taking in the views. Once he set off he overtook us, and reached the summit [spoiler alert] 20 minutes before us. For the final push the guide again tied me to him with a long scarf. This definitely helped with the pacing. I had to keep going; but it meant the guide seemed to be able to tell (presumably by my breathing, or lack of it!) when I was doing OK, when I needed to stop and catch breath, and when I was ready to set off again.

So I was doing it at my pace, but getting there slowly, and not feeling that I was holding anyone up. After 30/35 minutes we reached a bump, which we had previously watched the English guy get to. I was disappointed at the time since the bump didn’t seem half way to the top. However, after this the path contoured around a couple of bumps rather than over them. Ahead of us the other half had stopped …..so he must be at the summit! The guide undid his scarf so I was on my own for the last section; I was still very slow, and short of breath……and the other half has embarrassing video footage to prove it!

The final slopes
The final slopes

The final slopes

 

However, after 5 and a quarter hours I had made it to the summit. I was elated but quite overcome and emotional. My biggest mountaineering feat; the highest point on earth I have been to, at least under my own steam. I was thrilled by my achievement, and the other half was thrilled for me. I couldn’t quite believe I had made it…..and only 55 minutes from the col! It was an amazing feeling to be there, and to know that I had achieved it.

Made it!
Made it!

 

It was a little hazy but the views were still incredible. There wasn’t a breeze and the conditions were near perfect. The summit was very busy when we first arrived, but soon people were leaving and it was just myself, other half and the guide. Shortly before we left two more people arrived. The guide was thankfully happy to stop and rest and let us enjoy the time, sunbathe and savour the views. We spent about an hour on the top, and for about 40 minutes of that it was only the 3 of us…… there are some advantages to having a slow wife and taking such a long time to make the ascent!  We could make out the distant orange of the Sahara as well as the nearby mountains of the Atlas range.

Busy summit
Busy summit

 

Towards the Sahara
Towards the Sahara

 

Stunning views
Stunning views

 

Summit silliness
Summit silliness

 

Eventually at about 11:30am we started back down.

The guide was again helpful and considerate of my abilities. On some trickier sections my guide advised me to have my hand on his shoulder so that I could follow in his footsteps and make it easier for me; but he was setting quite a fast pace. Even so I managed to slip on a snow patch and slide between the guide’s legs! At that point I suggested, and was granted, a rest! We had assumed a stop at the lip before the final descent; but we pressed on.

Eventually we had another stop, only about half an hour before the refuge, but any break was welcome. Just behind the refuge buildings there was a stream and pool area where the English guy we had encountered at the col was dipping his feet. It was a very tempting idea to join him but we carried on and finished at 3pm, the descent taking 3 and a half hours which we were very pleased with.

Rest on the descent
Rest on the descent

 

Refuges from above
Refuges from above

 

We replenished with tea, salad and fruit, excellent as always. We were just thinking that Mohammed had finally realised he normally gave us too much food and had moderated the amount given to us when the inevitable tagine appeared. We expected to nibble at it and be apologetic about not being able to eat more. But delicious spicy chick peas were revealed and I wolfed down half of them! We just festered for the rest of the afternoon, hardly moving from the same spot apart from a while outside to take in the views before sunset.

DESCENT TO AROUMD

The following morning we had a fairly early start, not a stupidly early start. It was more cloudy than of late over the summits, but very warm. We took in last views of the Refuge area, and watched various groups packing up and donkeys being loaded.

Preparing for the descent
Preparing for the descent

 

Looking back to the Refuge
Looking back to the Refuge

 

The descent was easy at first though I was glad to have poles to use. We had a brief stop at one of the stalls that line the route and removed one layer. We were now on the main route to and from Toubkal. The track was full of donkeys going up and down, and there were numerous goats with their herders. It was over an hour from the stall to the next rest stop at a sanctuary. This section was tedious and wearing; I slipped on the gravelly track a number of times; I could tell it was going to happen each time but my legs were just too weary to prevent it.

On the descent
On the descent

 

Eventually after 2 and a quarter hours we reached a sanctuary at Sidi Chamharouch, a small settlement, which the guide told us dismissively was a pagan one. We stopped and rested indoors out of the fierce sun at a café and enjoyed another wonderfully refreshing fresh orange juice.

The sanctuary at Sidi Chamharouch
The sanctuary at Sidi Chamharouch

 

From afar it had looked as if the sanctuary was down in a valley from which we would have to reascend. Thankfully this was not the case. The settlement merged timelessly into its surroundings.

Sidi Chamharouch
Sidi Chamharouch

 

We were able to continue downward, plodding gently! We passed a wooded area at the entrance to the Toubkal Park, and then across a large flat rocky plain into the village of Aroumd, an hour and a quarter from the sanctuary.

Aroumd
Aroumd

 

Amazingly our hotel was one of the first buildings we came to in the village, the main part of which hugged the hill on the other side of the valley. Mohammed prepared his final lunch for us and then packed up his belongings onto his donkey and set off for his 3 hour ride to his own village.

Is it all over yet?
Is it all over yet?

 

We had a quiet afternoon, relaxing, reading, watching others walk across the flat expanse and enter the village having made their way down the mountain. A football game commenced on a “pitch”….  just an area of the flat area amongst the rocks, with more and more children appearing and taking part. Our guide later gave us a quick tour of the village (his home) and we had a meal in the hotel then remained sitting outside and relaxing until sunset.

Toubkal from the hotel
Toubkal from the hotel

BACK TO MARRAKECH

The following morning we were ready at breakfast time, but the guy at the hotel obviously hadn’t set his alarm so eventually the guide appeared and got the cook and rustled up breakfast; more bread, jams and omelettes…..so I was very well nourished eating double portions since the other half doesn’t eat eggs . Another guy took our bags on his donkey and we set off with the guide to walk the 40 minutes to Imlil which is the road head from where we were driven back to Marrakech. Imlil was busy, crowded, lots of tourists milling around, cafés and shops where the owners tried to hassle us to buy. We were very glad that we had stayed the previous night in Aroumd rather than the more usual stop in Imlil.

We only had the rest of the day to explore Marrakech as our flight out was late evening. Our driver kept our bags and arranged a pick up for the airport later. We were met by another guide and given a whistle stop walking tour of Marrakech, visiting the public square, Jemaa el-Fna mosque, the Madersa Ben Youssef, the old part of Town with its narrow alleys and various souks which were quite interesting but we were never going to buy anything.

The city was incredibly busy, hot and humid, and we would not have wanted to explore by ourselves. Our tour ended and the guide left us at a very posh looking restaurant. It turned out not to be as expensive as it looked and we had lunch there, and more importantly lots of orange juice and soft drinks, and with the added bonus of wifi available so we could make contact with the outside world and I could tell the children I had survived and I would see them soon!

Jemaa el-Fna
Jemaa el-Fna

 

Typical Old Town thoroughfare
Typical Old Town thoroughfare

 

Souk
Souk

 

Souk

 

La Qoubba Almoravid
La Qoubba Almoravid

 

The Madersa Ben Youssef
The Madersa Ben Youssef

 

Lunchtime relief
Lunchtime relief

 

Jemaa el-Fna
Jemaa el-Fna

 

We had a bit of free time but just sat around the main square watching the world go by, and going to cafés for more drinks. We couldn’t face looking around any more souks; it was extremely hot and humid, even for me – temperatures were well in excess of 40C. When the wind blew it felt even hotter.

[Editor’s note – I asked the Reluctant Mountaineer on the summit of Toubkal whether this was now the start of a career of mountaineering at higher altitudes.  The definite reply was that she was now retiring from anything like that.  Well that statement turned out not to be quite true as can be seen here.]

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