article_snippet: The tops of The Rif mountains of Morocco are dusted with snow, and yet, around the bottom, you can buy oranges as big as a baby's head.
article_snippet: On Ahmad's country walks we see mountain women wearing wide-brimmed hats festooned with pom-poms.
article_snippet: But strangest of all is our first town, Chefchaouen.
article_snippet: After a few days, we head north.
article_snippet: Great rivers burst through the boulders, and we can just make out tiny villages perched high up in the valley walls.
article_snippet: Then, suddenly, we tumble out into Tangier.
highlights_snippet: The range rises in the north of the country - and yet is relatively unknown .
  