Summer 2016 was awesome. Near countless kilometers that helped me almost wear out the sole of my new La Sportiva boots.
The weather at the beginning of the season was a total mixed bag, from fat snowflakes I would have been happy to see in January to sunny days of nearly 30 degrees C. When not hidden in a blanket of snow, the flowers were in full bloom and the Eiger, Mönch, Jungfrau and Matterhorn even came out for an appearance.
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.