Oil seal trouble again, nipped up the axle end plate with silicon sealant, morning checks ok
Two miles in traffic in Tangiers and the fan system crapped out again, left Jonathan by the roadside (really knowing that he would have us going again) to find the Axa assurance office and buy our local insurance.
On the walk back I happened on Halfords Tangiers, or at least Mohammed’s back Street shop. Felt very pleased to buy two metres of wire and some ring connectors, weirdly he only had female ones, is that an Islamic thing?
Got going again and put Jonathan to work again (reminder to self must stop making his life so easy) having found some shade from the heat.
Jonathan made a new friend in Mohammed “not American car, English car”
We drove over these mountains
Through this town
Took this photo
And this one of Jonathan taking a photo
The charming kids in this photo really harrassed us as we got ready to leave, banging on the wings and windows. I gave them some sweets and went to leave but they were still banging on the car. I was furious and went to put the car in reverse and attack them. Jonathan was the voice of reason and very calmly insisted we drive of. Couldn’t resist his argument so we left them in dust rather than hospital, which was a better outcome. A shame as up until then we have had a good reception everywhere we’ve been.
Mercedes vans are typical of the traffic on the remote single track mountain roads that make up most of our route. They are very good at moving over when you come up behind them but don’t slow up at all when you meet them head on. Which, as many of the corners are blind, is a bit scarey. You can travel for half an hour without meeting anything and pow there they are, sometimes wholely on your side of the road.
More valleys, actually you don’t tire of the scenery, and the size of the Atlas Mountains is only ever impressive
Tajim d’agneau with sesame and prunes for dinner. The chef may have cured the energy crisis, only a fusion reactor could get a plate that hot