The road was winding its way through traditional villages, where the inhabitants did even not dare to feed their goats with used plastic bags, desert landscape and fantastic geological phenomena.
We were approaching a village and suddenly standing in front of a high cliff at the end of the valley and no road to be seen anymore. Where the hell has it gone???
Finally we realized that we simply had to climb this cliff and that’s it. Of course the Moroccis knew that.
As far as we could understand they made an international contest to find the worldwide smallest car. Then they organised another contest to find the car which could climb the steepest slope. Those two results were the base for the road climbing up these sheer cliffs. Well, after this decision it was quite easy to build: the road had to be about 1m large and simply go straight up. No gravel or asphalt needed, anyway it would be washed away.
Well, we drove it up. To fit into the road we had the impression Prado shrinked considerably, and then it used all extra sulphur it ever got in its miserable car life and drove it up. It was a pretty rough and hair-raising climb; Prado, driver and co-driver, all closed their eyes and we slowly moved forward. After a few km and a few hundred hairpins we were on the top and admired the wonderful view down to the village of Agounion.
The rest of the trip towards Taliouine was less exciting, still lots of up and down and fantastic views but the odd gravel road as usual.
