The only way I was persuaded to leave the comfort of a sun bed and pool for a 3 hour trek was my dad's assurance that there would be donkeys with us - he was wrong.
So at 9:30am, minus the donkeys, a group of 10 headed up into the hills. Following a winding track we climbed higher and higher and once again I was in awe of our surroundings.
The majority of the group were Americans, so we reminisced about the Royal Wedding and got the American view on the Scottish Independence debate. But the highlight had to be Tabitha attempting to explain what netball is - somehow her description that "it's like basketball, but there's no movement and no backboard" wasn't that clear!
The destination was the village of our guide, Mohammed. His remark that it had "a population of "367, but two woman are pregnant so there could be one more than this morning" highlighted how important community is here.
He took us into his house, where we met his family and had mint tea.
Then we headed back to the hotel for a well deserved lunch. After the heat of the trek diving into a pool has never been so refreshing.
Tomorrow we leave this magical place and head back into the chaos of Marrakech. Thankfully there are still a couple more days till I board the plane back to the UK.