This morning I was using the travellers hotel shower. It was so feeble I had the shower head in my hand. At one point I turned it upside down and water stopped coming out as a result!
At Les Rochers Bleu, an art installation from the 19th century when a local artist shipped 18000kg of paint to the desert and, well, painted loads of rocks. Big tourist pull but we had the place to ourselves at first light. Looks good now and is still striking, must have been amazing when new.
Morocco is a bit like India in that even in the remotest places you are never alone. We had just stopped here when this guy popped out of the bushes. Somewhat unexpectedly we had a long conversation about Calais and if Britain would leave the EU. He went off to post photos of himself with Geen on Facebook.
Up and over the hills again, taking great care today as a very end of term feel
Coming back in another life I would put being a donkey in Morocco as a particularly harsh result, they work them so hard.
Cafe stop, even tepid Coca-Cola was welcome on this, the hotest day so far.
Hang on what is that
That’s a camel coming head on at us in the road, a whole herd of wild ones, wouldn’t mess with this guy he was three times the size of Geen
Photo doesn’t do the view from the hotel justice. We had a beautiful drive into Marrakesh, we tried to meet Justin but the fan dropped out again. Trying to find the hotel while dodging the insane traffic watching the temperature get higher and higher was peak stress for the trip. Oh and a record maximum for Geen’s motor. We got to 120°C, a temperature that would blow any modern engine, or indeed a less well built older engine, to pieces. Waiting while security checked under the car with mirrors before we parked up required superior patience, if it wasn’t for the language barrier and knowing that kicking off about it would slow our progress…
A relief to finally get parked up