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Day 2 The next day the weather was a mixture of snow /howling winds and then sun. It was supposed to be a walk thru the valleys not too much uphill, but we were soon on mountain passes with gale like winds threatening to blow us off. All of us were soaked as we had no waterproof trousers and the snow was blinding us, at the time it was awful though in time i am sure we will have a laugh about it. Gabriel back on the mule was wrapped in an exposure blanket feeling pretty miserable. However when it couldn’t get any worse the sun came out and from then on we had a hot summers day, our clothes dried, Gabriel got off the mule (reluctantly) and we walked thru isolated Berber villages perched on the mountain edges. The young boys and girls herded the goats on the mountains and were as nimble as their charges. Our next berber hut was much better, no heating but proper mattresses and and the windows had a product called glass installed in them rather than used plastic fertilizer bags. We met some young (too us) British back packers, drank mint tea played cards and collectively asked ourselves why we were in in the high atlas in February. I stopped drinking any liquid by about 4 in the afternoon, already the thoughts of having to get up in the middle of the night were plaguing me. The night was cold, i fantasised of Scott of the Antarctic and how one of his party could not go on any further and went outside and walked into the snow. Luckily i was sleeping next to Gabe who is like a radiator. Anyhow I made it thru today 3 without having to get up in the night
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