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The sun was cracking the stucco walls as we prepared for another busy day doing not very much in Marrakech. Lucia had bought a Fez yesterday, thereby ending a lifelong search for the world's most authentic head wear; however, she has decided not to wear it in Morocco for some unknown reason ( at least to me. ) so it is back to baseball caps and the classic, floppy bush-hat.
On a different subject, it has been brought to my ...
... a country where alcohol is not easily found (no drinks on this entire trip). And I have not found a cafe with a woman sitting alone - in fact I can only remember 2-3 times I saw a woman sitting at all (always with her husband). Only the men go out. So I don't find it comfortable. Of course it probably doesn't help that it's been quite chilly every day - I packed for ...
... or killed. Second his profligate ways put the country in so much debt that he had to ask the French for assistance, leading to the Protectorate that lasted until Moroccan independence in 1961. We asked what happened to the wives and children when the Sultan died and we were told they "just disappeared" This is the end of the official G Adventure trip. I am on my own for the next two days and have no plans. One young woman from the trip is also staying so we'll do something ...
... and hills/mountains in the background. Like before, it was a picnic with a cloth on the ground, bread, Moroccan salad and tinned mackerel with cream caramel for dessert.
The roads on the second downhill were better maintained and the landscape, more lush. Mohammed had cautioned us this morning to take care on our descents because of the potholes and slippery gravel roads. He also alluded to the fact that most of the ...
... designated spot in the desert, and jumped straight onto our camels, wahoo! Mine was called Alistair. . . I was going for 'Alice the Camel', but sadly he was a boy. As we trekked along, the sun was setting behind us, pretty amazing experience all up! (Although admittedly a camel is nowhere near as comfortable as a horse. Or any other form of transport for that matter!). After about an hour we reached our 'Berber desert camp'. . . Probably the flashest place we stayed all trip! ...