A Journey Back in Time: The Allure of Diabat’s Equestrian Adventure

The gentle clatter of hooves on the sandy path was a soothing melody that transported me back to a simpler time. As a retired journalist with a penchant for the romanticism of slow travel, I found myself drawn to the idea of exploring the wild landscapes of Diabat on horseback. The promise of a leisurely day amidst nature, accompanied by the noble Barb and Arabian horses, was an invitation I could not resist.

Upon arrival at the Ranch de Diabat, I was greeted by a team of warm and welcoming guides, each with a deep understanding of their equine companions. Mohammed, the horse whisperer of the group, carefully selected a horse for me, taking into account my riding experience and comfort level. His intuitive choice was a testament to his expertise, and I felt an immediate bond with the gentle creature that would be my companion for the day.

As we set off, the landscape unfolded like a painting, with the vast expanse of the beach stretching out before us, framed by the rolling dunes and the whispering eucalyptus forests. The air was filled with the scent of the sea, and the rhythmic sound of the waves provided a serene backdrop to our journey. It was a moment that reminded me of the timeless beauty of slow travel, where the journey itself becomes the destination.

The Dance of Light and Shadow: A Day in the Saddle

Our group, a delightful mix of riders with varying levels of experience, moved in harmony with the horses, each step a dance of light and shadow across the golden sands. The horses, calm and docile with beginners, yet spirited and lively with seasoned riders, seemed to understand the unspoken language of their human companions.

As we rode along the beach, Mohammed encouraged us to experience the thrill of a gentle gallop, a suggestion that was met with eager enthusiasm. The sensation of the wind in my hair and the powerful stride of the horse beneath me was exhilarating, a reminder of the freedom and joy that comes with embracing the present moment.

Our journey took us past the ruins of the Sultan’s palace, a haunting reminder of a bygone era, and through the lush eucalyptus forests, where the dappled sunlight created a tapestry of light and shadow. It was a landscape that seemed untouched by time, a place where the past and present coexisted in perfect harmony.

A Feast for the Senses: The Magic of a Moroccan Picnic

As the sun reached its zenith, we paused for a picnic in the countryside, a feast that was as much a celebration of Moroccan hospitality as it was a culinary delight. Gathered around a crackling log fire, we savored grilled meats, fresh salads, and the sweet indulgence of Moroccan pastries, all accompanied by the fragrant aroma of mint tea.

The camaraderie of the group, the warmth of the fire, and the breathtaking beauty of the surrounding landscape created a sense of connection and contentment that was truly magical. It was a moment to savor, a reminder of the simple pleasures that make travel such a rewarding experience.

As we made our way back to the stable, the sun began its descent, casting a golden glow over the landscape. The day had been a journey of discovery, not just of the wild beauty of Diabat, but of the joy and freedom that comes with embracing the spirit of adventure. It was an experience that I would cherish, a reminder of the timeless allure of slow travel and the enduring magic of the open road.