Ten green bottles .......

Before we take you for a morning walk into Tafraout town, here is a little glimpse of a corner of the campsite,that says so much about Morocco, where broken glass is everywhere under foot. Ten green bottles and then some, but an empty recycling bin. Ok before you inundate us with emails, yes we put
one there too!!
Suitably attired with longish clothing, so as not to offend the local populace, we scrounged a lift into the town with the site guardian. He drove a 38 year old Renault,held together with wire and duct tape, which, even with 21st century technology, a superb mechanic and a lenient MOT garage, would never, ever have passed the test., I had to hang on to the handbrake, which almost came through the floor, while Sue got in, because he nipped off for an animated chat with a friend, leaving us on a slope, sliding inexorably towards the main road!!
Back to Tafraout with open fronted shops, mostly catering for the Moroccans. Here you have a cascade of shoes. In this region, the Amelan tribe is dominant and they wear these round toed slippers and the women dress from head to foot in black.


Plenty of fruit and veg to choose from. You are given a bowl and then load it up with all that you want and it is sold by the kilogram, irrespective of the contents.Here we have Tafraout's answer to Halfords. Anything to keep an ageing car on the road can be bought from this guy.A river flows through the centre of the town in winter but as you can see from Sue's progress along the river bed, it has totally dried up now.

 Ornate metal working can be found on windows and fences of many houses and it's in small workshops like this that the intricate designs are constructed.

Finally we have an opportunity to rest our weary legs and enjoy a huge, freshly squeezed orange drink.

Not wishing to trust to another scary ride, we demolished the juice and set off in the heat of the day, to walk the two kilometres back home. Mad dogs etc. etc.