IMAGES BY
STEVE WRIGHT, WORDS BY LISA SYKES/THE GUARDIAN
On my first
day of walking we climbed to the tizi (mountain pass) that gave us a
spectacular view into the neighbouring Tacheddirt valley.
Walking at a
steady pace that still left me breathless on the steepest parts, we saw few
other tourists.
It was quiet
in early March, the beginning of the season in the High Atlas, but the sun was
already strong, burning my face before I realised it.
In the late
afternoons, the temperature began to fall, and by the evening I was wearing two
fleeces, jacket, thermal underwear, hat and gloves.
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