Like yesterday, after careful crossing Erfoud, the road crosses vast desert expanses punctuated here and there traces of life of yesteryear: agadirs ksars or ruined, well groomed series of wooden winches, which had collapsed walls tried to hold rainwater …
We leave the main road to the right for a first ERR, lively and playful after Goulmima. A few dozen kilometers and go up in the xxxxxx, cross Berber villages with narrow streets, carefully swept.
The children piled their bikes to the walls of their colleges, girls in white blouses and boys looking like rappers greet us amicably.
ERR third before the break breakfast in the Todra valley. Then the mythical passage through the gorge, where nature has struck: a rock fell on the
roof of the hotel Yasmina, depriving us of his restaurant.
Finally, recovery of the major axis by Boulmane Dades Berber Palace in the Ouarzazate, always welcoming.