We arrived in Morocco with very little trouble. Customs formalities were minimal and the officials were very polite. We headed straight out of the city and to the Mediterranean coast. Mid-afternoon we found a lovely little bay with a bit of coarse beach and grey pebbles. Sadly, as dusk fell and we were settling in, the police arrived and very nicely explained that we could not spend the night there because of immigrants. I did not really understand this but obviously, we moved and ended up in a car park overlooking the same beach.
Next day we drove straight into the middle of a town on market day. That was quite exciting and also marked the start of our trip over the Rif mountains. This area produces much of the world’s hashish. Cannabis is illegal in Morocco but in some weird way that seems to only apply to foreigners. Every third car flashed its lights and stopped in front of us to try to sell drugs. Every sixth person by the roadside waved us down with similar offers. This got very wearing and time consuming. We had no interest at all in buying drugs but if you every want a few kilos of finest Moroccan black then this appears to be the place to visit. Eventually we drove until it got dark and then tried to find a quiet layby. Half a dozen visits later, we were finally left alone to get some sleep.
Early start in the morning to try to get away before the dealers arrived again. A few minutes down the road, we came across a truck with its front wheel dangling off the road. The driver later explained that he had dozed off. This is not a good thing to do on mountain roads. Baloo makes a good pulling truck and it was not too difficult to get him back to safety. The driver was quite relieved and kissed me a lot. I found this a bit awkward.
The next day we arrived at a car park with monkeys. They did not like Cent, the dog, and threw sticks at him. Diane accepted the offer of a pony ride and we all had a pleasant walk around the cedar forest. For an extra 20 Dirhams we were allowed to park there overnight.
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Is there any particular reason that you did not have a pony ride? Did you not get any practice on the donkeys at Blackpool when you were younger.
After driving all day it was nice to walk around the Cedar trees with the dog. Also, I don’t think those ponys are really big enough for someone my size.
Stop kissing strangers, ya don’t know where they have been 😝
I am not normally given to man-hugs but he caught me by surprise.