The primary glimpse of the hidden palm grove comes as you break by way of thick vegetation—bordered by fig, almond, and walnut timber—to emerge, unexpectedly, right into a lush oasis. Brimming with wildlife and surrounded by rocky mountains, it feels such as you’ve dropped into the Backyard of Eden.
Reaching the oasis is an journey in itself because the practically four-and-a-half mile entry route is hard-packed undulating terrain resembling a rocky lunar panorama. It was simply the correct amount of rugged for me—I felt like Dakar Rally winner Sam Sunderland, winding the bike as much as 60mph because the rear Michelins scrambled for traction.
Journey throughout a pebble-floored creek (the place Berber ladies had been washing their laundry within the clear mountain water upstream) after which onto a sandy path—bordered on one facet by a palm forest and a creek on the opposite. A sudden left flip takes you again by way of the dense palm forest and alongside an deserted and crumbling mud brick village, full with a “kasbah,” or fortress.
Our afternoon relaxation cease was a mountain-top inn with an out of doors terrace, giving unimaginable panoramic views of the oasis. Moroccan specialties of candy mint tea and freshly squeezed orange juice had been welcome refreshment, together with the stuffed dates and flatbread. The bikes, parked close by, made the comforting pinging noises that observe what had been a wild trip.