slogged up to get there . Sat crossed legged on the floor and eating an amazing home cooked tagine with my hands while Ayoub , his wife and I used mangled French as we discussed the merits of being married . I think this was related to the presence of a heavily tattooed Berber divorcee friend of theirs ; she was apparently looking for a new husband . I locked my door that night .
When I mentioned I was heading over the Atlas Mountains on my way to the desert concert , Ayoub had warned me of rain , snow and howling winds due to arrive the next day . He suggested I wait a couple of days for some good weather before I set out up the valley to the Tizi- Tiherhouzine ( 2700m ) and Plateau des Lacs ( 3080m ) passes . He said the weather would get worse the higher I got and that he definitely wouldn ’ t be going up there tomorrow . However , I knew better . I had a great bike , that
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