Errrr, more snow
Geen in the car park
Breakfast of brioche with apricot jam and a local spice dusted on top. Either that or I’ve found a new use for the hotel’s snuff
Driving conditions tough from the moment we left the hotel, not many photos from today as it was such hard driving conditions.
Look closely and you can see two of the 12 people inside this van
Look closely and you can see three of the forty eight goats in this truck
Our first pass we got through ok but after that every pass we tried was blocked
When we got to the end of the first pass up in the mountains we met a worse traffic jam than the one above. When they close the road the locals fill both sides of the road and both hard shoulders, guaranteeing no one goes anywhere. I had a flash of inspiration and threw Geen off the road and we left all the traffic behind as we skididled across a ploughed field and picked up a track that took us back on up to the road – my proudest Smokey and the Bandit moment yet.
The joy of making progress was short-lived as there was no question of taking the next pass – turned back by very emphatic police. Twice.
Jonathan did his magic on the maps and found what looked like a do-able route at a lower altitude. Near the town of El Kebab we got stuck again. It’s really hard getting information out on the road and we got stuck in a jam. As it was 150 to 200 km to any alternative we decided to hold tight and see what developed.
It got to 2pm and we had been stuck for an hour so I foolishly did my Scott of the Antarctic routine and went out into the horizontal sleet and broke open the emergency rations. Half an hour later I may have been soaked (and I mean soaked) from the waste down, but we had hot meatballs and pasta, washed down with two cups of tea.
By the way when I say soaked I meant it, the -7°C weather was alternating snow, sleet, rain and hail, all driven up the valley with such force that it was hard work to get the car door shut. Everything below my waterproof jacket got as wet as if I had got in a swimming pool. When I got my wallet out at the hotel, the leather oozed water and the receipts fell apart.
Jonathan wasn’t stupid enough to go out of the car, but was happy to have a cup of tea
Chez Geen – drivers footwell turned kitchen
Faced with the barriers de neige and uncertain if it would lift in an hour or tomorrow we cut our losses and doubled back to Marrakesh to find a hotel, dry out and rework the rest of the trip.
Drying my shoes on arrival at our hotel, note tape holding trigger on. Hairdryer overheated a little while later and tripped out the West wing. Whoops.
Jonathan thinks tonight has been our best overnight because his bed has a nav light.