gliding through twohundredandfifty kilometers of vast anti atlas road from taliouine to zagora, blessed us with all shades and tones of soft red, orange, beige and grey. from flat land to soft hills, from rugged snow patched mountains to monoliths in the starting desert we are so looking forward to see. it was a lot of “nothingness”, beaucoup de rien. saturated oasis’, dense with palm trees, glistening rivers and humble dwellings made of mud in draa valley. red canyons and little villages passed by us on ever renewing endless roads. each curve made us eager to turn, curious for the next grand panoramic view we might expect behind it. never were we disappointed. oasis palmier at zagora greeted us with a carpet, pillows and short table at our truck. a whisky du berber, thé, our welcome drink under the sunsetting glow of the palm trees, finished off our journey of the day wonderfully