Time to move on. We decided to stick with our mini-group for
the moment and head further south, where we were told it was now warm and
sunny, so the target was Tisnit, just below Agadir, via the local Marjan
hypermarket.
Well, that was the plan; suffice it to say the convoy leader
took a wrong turn almost straight away and 5 vans ended up driving round and
round Marrakesh city centre, up dead-end streets, through narrow arches with
mirrors scraping and a quick turn round the Royal Palace car park (much to the concern
of the local police and army). After 1½ hours, having spotted a likely way out we
peeled off but nobody followed us so we eventually found our way back onto the
motorway. Stopping later for lunch we met up with a breakaway group, then later
still re-joined “our lot” at a service station.
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This trip was scenically excellent. Before long we were
climbing up into the Haute Atlas mountains with the snow-covered tops above the
clouds – regretfully it was quite hazy and most of the photos were useless, but
here’s a couple of the best anyway.
Arriving at Tisnit we found, unsurprisingly, all the
campsites and stopovers were full. However, one of the advantages of a forum is
that we’d been told of a little spot just outside Aglou-Plage, where we found a
very small, very basic campsite with just enough room for us all.
Then as it got dark and the drinks came out, we enjoyed
ourselves chewing the fat under a canopy of millions of the brightest, clearest
stars we've ever seen.
You seem to have got a good group of people with you, although in those huddies they looked like escapees from the klu Klux clan. Glad you haven't bought any camels yet, or have you?
ReplyDeleteThey're called djellabas, and yes we've bought two camels - and a bull.
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