Transport avec le differance, on the road to Tiznet

Today has been an exploring day. We have explored the possibility of having window protectors, made by a local tradesman. The perspex of the living area windows can become friable in the intense heat and eventually shatter, so with these covers,

 for when we are parked up, we are truly Moroccan Intrepids caring for our diesel fuelled camel!
We have abandoned the camping table and chairs at the site and driven 16 kms. to explore  the beach at Agalou Plage. In that short distance, we have lost the searing heat of the morning in Tiznit and replaced it with the humidity of the coast, where once again, the mist has descended.

As ever, the obligatory camel and its owner, await a customer.

There is no scintillating news today, but we would like to share with you, some of the reasons why driving over here can be somewhat hair raising. The ensuing pictures are methods of transportation which we have had to swerve to avoid, cursed, sucked in our bum cheeks to squeeze past (ever mindful that Sue is in the suicide seat ) or just found extremely amusing. None more so than the ubiquitous Grand Taxi. An old Merc, into which seven people are crammed and delivered to their various destinations as if in a bus.

 It amazes us that nothing seems to topple off over loaded vans, as they scuttle around corners or the hand carts don't fall apart under the weight of produce that they carry. Similarly, how the cyclists survive riding into on-coming traffic, swerving to avoid the fists of angry passengers defies belief. Zebra crossings count for nothing other than a death wish and dogs, exhausted by the heat, just abandon all hope and sleep as a pack in the road.




As we said yesterday, the road to Tiznet was long and straight. Oh, no long and winding road for us!

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The vegetation became more sparse and the depth of sand at the roadside became deeper.An oasis appeared and the small palmeries reminded us of our desert adventures from last year



As a postscript to today's blog, we would like to share our wine tasting experience with you. Out first bottle of Moroccan plonk has just been decorked. There is a bouquet of battery acid, combined with the exquisite fruitiness of meths. Adding a dash of chilled water makes it more palatable. A perfect accompaniment for an unrecognisable fillet of meat. Should our lips feel numb??