Getting out of the Rif Mountains did feel like a bit of an escape so we were happy to haul up at a very pleasant campsite just south of Marrakesh. We spent a couple of days here waiting for some friends to join us and stocking up at the big supermarkets and shopping malls of a modern city.
Then we set off south and over the High Atlas Mountains. We moved into a much more rural Morocco with a completely different rhythm of life. Agriculture where irrigation was possible and donkeys rather than trucks. The mountains were spectacular although there is no snow yet. Descending the far side, we started to see hints of desert and a whole other way of life.
Partially empty reservoir 
Driving school 
Working on his own 
Smells like desert