My wife and I arrived in Imlil on a sleepy early afternoon in May. As it was still early in the hiking season not many touts were around and most taxi drivers to Marrakech weren't expecting sweaty new clientele until 5pm. With most doors being closed and fruit flies being the most active of the locals, we began hiking up the road towards our pension. A young Moroccon by the name of Hussein approached us seemingly from nowhere asking if we were looking for our hotel. As we had pre-booked the Gite Atlas Mazik we said no thanks and kept on walking.