Gone with the Wind

At some point, we had enough dolce far niente... We left Imi Ouaddar towards Paradise Valley, sounds good. As soon as we started driving, Martin saw some nice curves up the mountain on the horizon. I didn't really have any arguments against it, except that I could soon lose my temporary absolute relaxation. However, Martin was fully in his element, finally a challenging occupation again, and so we soon raced up the serpentine roads.

The beautiful curves in the background

Once we reached the top, I took a sip of wine from the bottle to calm down, and a helpful Berber explained the way to Paradise Valley. From here, only well-maintained tourist roads and we still encountered many construction sites in the south, the roads in this area are being upgraded for the tourists.
As expected, Paradise Valley had little water and was only worth a leisurely hike, nothing more. We found it funny to see many tables and chairs in the stream, "pieds dans l'eau" style. Anywhere else, it would seem weird, but even Jimi Hendrix was here, so you have to go along with it.

We then continued to Sous Massa National Park. For the first time, we found a camping site with a wonderful sea view. Although the wind was almost blowing us away again, we ignored it as much as possible for the sake of the Atlantic. We took an endless walk along the beach, the children blossomed with collecting seashells and jumping in the waves. We saw many cormorants, but unfortunately no flamingos.

Then we headed south for the last time to Sidi Ifni. On the way, we stopped at Leghzira beach. Martin and I once again enjoyed a delicious tajine before we took the short path to the rock arch directly on the beach. Of course, we were there during high tide, and the high waves kept washing through the arch. It looked great, but we didn't dare to go under it with the children.

Sidi Ifni is really a beautiful town, still very influenced by Spain. It also has a small shopping district and we bought new clothes for the children and me. Martin focused on the delicious food, such as typical crepes with Kiri cheese, freshly fried donuts, or Prussiens from the bakery.
But here too, the wind blows incessantly, and we decide to leave the Atlantic behind us.

Well, now we have three weeks left until we return to Switzerland. So far, we have been without a plan, always following our instincts, so to speak, gone with the wind. But we still have a lot planned for the way north, and I am counting the days more and more frequently.
Tafraoute, a town in the Anti-Atlas, with its impressive rock formations is the first on the list.