Update on 20th
Again a late breakfast but very enjoyable, pietro and alice intend a walk to see the apes hand stones or monkeys fingers and im going to try to get to a mountain village thats famous here and only accesable in the summer. Little did i know what i was in for. 30km of road of asphalt with random washouts and then nothing but rubble called here ‘the piste’. This turned from fun to challenging, no road signs here at the junctions! After another 34km the going was so rough, steep and tight to drop offs in the turns that 1km took 15minutes! At two pm i turned back since whilst i had enough fuel, i didnt have ther the daylight hours or the energy to continue. The marker showed 61km still to reach the village. The view atop this last mountain into the gorge was quite breathtaking. Back in the digs i fell straight onto the bed and dozed! Later i found three lovely spanish girls had arrived, one of which was part
icularly lovely but i thought they were very young so was polite, only to find out after they had left that they were all in their 30s.good dinner and laughter music and instruments then stargazing on the terrace under blankets, bed called at 3am!
Later on 20th….
Yesterday was a simple run from ait oudinar to ouazazate but breakfast and goodbyes lasted until midday! Lovely quite roads playing dodge the free roamimg g camel then 26km from ouazazate pietro n alice caught me up, they intended to bunk in a little village 57km further on called ait benhaddou which was used to film jewel of the nile and jeses of nazereth. I arrived in ouazazate and was increasingly unimpressed by its tediously flat symmetrical boring architecture so i had a horse burger and moved on. I did intend to stay here but it was such a horrid plain uninspiring place i couldnt see anything worthy oy backdoor! I left to find p and a who had taken the biggest suite in the hotel. I negotiated a room an ensuite with drinks three course dinner and breakfast for 22quid. We all took tea by the pool and jumped in, finding out my waterproof camera isnt waterproof! We tried to walk to theold kasbar but the sunset beat us so we returned to a bar run by a scruffy arrogant frenchman who looked down his large dirty hairy nose at us whilst getting steadily more drunk. P and a were great entertainment though and both very clever, sharp as a drawer of knives.
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