Day 53 – Friday 29-08-08
After a wonderful night’s kip polly was as usual whistling away & me 1st cuppa of the day was soon ready to be drunk. We spent the morning cleaning the inside of the motorhome & replenishing our water supply & by 11.30 we left the campsite heading for Vers. From there we then followed the scenic route to St-Cirq-Lapopie stopping of at St-Gery to stock up on some supplies & of course have a cuppa. St-Gery was a nice little village & they have signs up saying “they...

Marrwyck

Offering just a mere murmur Mark and Linda's Burstner was first around the bend, followed by the lazy rumble [engine, not belly] from Rory and Jan's Detroit Diesel Damon. Geo and Pammy, Lyndon and Emma's throbbing V8's took up the rear as they added a welcomed financial boost to the Moroccan economy via ZIZ National Fuel Company.

Ray who had been waiting and negotiating with a trader by the roadside fired up the Unimog and bounced back onto the road behind them a few hundred yards...

Detourer

The old man sat by the Road contemplating its surface, not unlike the packed gravel plains in the desert, only this was a light grey colour that he could not remember seeing in the desert. Of course it looked solid, substantial, it had a slight camber ....quite pleasing.
He had been taking some camels from Ait Herbil to Fam El Hisn for grazing and had literally stumbled on the Road...he had heard about it of course, but it still came as quite a surprise...he had never seen anything quite...

Detourer

"I really miss it already", for quite sometime Pammy had been lying back in her reclining chair quietly contemplating. "What", asked Geo, "the Desert, I really love the desert". Ray smiled to himself Pammy's whimsical comment was in total contrast to the ones some hours earlier when he over heard her expletives when she received an electric shock from Geo's newly purchased pedestal fan that cost a fiver! Roy Chubby Brown would have blushed...

It was after midnight, about 12.30...

Detourer

At the end of a lush valley full of palms and mud brick villages hemmed in by barren, craggy mountains is the magnificent sight of Todra Gorge, some 300 metres high but only 10 metres wide at its narrowest point, with a crystal clear river running through it best caught in the morning when the sun penetrates to the bottom of the gorge. Todra suspended in another age, following yet another different rhythm of life.
Along the road which goes through the gorge of the Dades River are rocks of...

Detourer