Early next morning I dropped Hassan off at his school and found the road to Missour. Many of the pistes in Morocco are being sealed with asphalt and this was the case with the road from Beni Tajjite to Missour. I don't mind either way, but for the locals it is very good news as life becomes a little bit easier for some.

It was a pleasant enough drive with the scenery changing from the edge of the desert to the edge of the Atlas mountain ranges which Missour sits at the bottom of. I stopped and gave a local guy a ride into Missour. This I was happy to do in the east of the country as all of the people were locals wanting a ride into town, or home, as opposed to tourist scammers which you get near the tourist centres of Morocco (ie: any big city, Midelt to Merzouga and Marrakech to Zagora/Mhamid etc).

Missour was an odd little town. It had grown quite prosperous due to the local mining of minerals nearby so had what seemed like an over abundance of flashy neon signs and hotels and cafes. It was certainly the smartest little town I passed through in Morocco. Not having anything much of interest for me I headed on towards Midelt.

The road from Missour to Midelt has a pretty hard slog against a heavy wind and lashing rain. The scenery was fairly mundane, being on a flat plateau between two mountain ranges, not helped by the weather and I must admit to feeling a bit not interested.

I had come to get away from this sort of weather! So after one quick night in a campsite near Midelt I headed directly south again towards the desert to avoid the howling winds and lashing rains.