Introspective trip to Morocco with my dear friend Kevin. After an overnight summit of Jebel Toubkal, we dropped through the High Atlas and drove south into the dry country. One night in Ouarzazate and Aït Benhaddou, then on to the Dadès Valley - the known giving way to the unknown. The rock looked almost monochrome, yet with every turn it changed shape; the people, too - each with a different story - shared a common worry: access to water, in a place where the green of the oases once meant no one worried.