Atlas Mountains, Morocco
It was one of the best nights of my life. A night when you remember why you travel. A place few people have ever been. Dawn breaking through a gap in ochre-red mountains and slowly filling an endless, empty valley with light. Utterly beautiful, utterly tranquil. Except for the thrashing and groans of torment which had been going on all night and were still coming from Eddie's tent.
From the Telegraph
It was one of the best nights of my life. A night when you remember why you travel. A place few people have ever been. Dawn breaking through a gap in ochre-red mountains and slowly filling an endless, empty valley with light. Utterly beautiful, utterly tranquil. Except for the thrashing and groans of torment which had been going on all night and were still coming from Eddie's tent.
From the Telegraph
