I ARRIVED IN MOROCCO fresh-faced and full of optimism for the Marathon des Sables, the infamous desert ultra where you run six marathons across the desert in six days carrying all your own food and equipment. To make it harder, the middle marathon is a double (82km); and the air temperature reaches 50C whilst the sand reaches 70C. Let’s just say it almost broke James Cracknell. I could never have imagined that those six excruciating days would catapult me into a love affair with Morocco and that I would still be here eight years later.
Sand has been swapped for mountains and I live in the village of Imlil, the trekking heart for the High Atlas. My little house overlooks a circle of 3000+ metre peaks and lies within in an Amazigh (Berber) family compound. My calling the faithful to prayer.
