Long gallops along sandy roads will take us through many deserted villages with their labyrinths of cactusses. A world of rich plantations, oueds and on the other side the sometimes dry and barren land in front of the AntiAtlas. Rocky fields where only a few herbs can grow, Berber women in colorful clothes. At the seaside we will gallop for hours and hours just before losing our breath, carried by the speed and vigour of our horses…