Our Moroccan adventure continues this week when we leave the hotel in Ait Ourir and civilisation behind us as we head off road into the high Atlas Mountains and our first wild camp of the trip.
The terrain, although spectacular was completely different from anything I had ever seen. Dry, hot, rocky and harsh and the little plant life that could survive were covered in thorns. It is hard to imagine day-to-day survival in such a hostile environment.
We travel through the High Atlas and had a brief stop in Talouine to get fuel and water before heading into the Anti Atlas for a wild camp that was actually a dry riverbed and provided the most spectacular back drop for our nights stay.
We thought the medical dramas were behind us but little did we know we had one more to face…
As we left the city of Talouine we noticed one of the other cars in our group pulled over at the side of the road with the male driver standing a few feet to the side of it swaying precariously, his wife (who had mobility issues) sat seemingly oblivious in the front seat as he fell backwards in a dead faint. Hubbie sped towards them and skidded our car to a halt behind them and without waiting for it to come to a full stop I threw open the door, jumped out and ran towards him, dropped to my knees to check his heart and noticed he wasn’t breathing. His tongue had slipped back across his airways and he was choking on it. With every ounce of strength I could muster I rolled him onto his side to put him in the recovery position and it was a huge relief when he took a gasping breathe and came to almost immediately. After throwing water all over him to cool him off and sitting him in the shade for a while he recovered. Only to have him tell me off because I had rolled him onto a bush of huge prickles and he was picking them out of his skin for the next couple of days! But hey, at least he was breathing!
The huge lesson I learned that day was that I am one of those people that runs towards a crisis, however much it shocks me now to think like that. I didn’t hesitate to think for a second about what I should do, instinct took control and even to this day I am surprised at how I reacted. I honestly didn’t know I had it in me.
Coming next week… we are finally heading into the Sahara Dessert itself.