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Day 12 – Marrakech to Plymouth
The last couple of days having got to me, and stuff and life and headachhes and not enough water meant that I was awake at 2.16am and never properly got back to sleep. Tried a number of ways, different positions, turning upside down on the bed, propping myself into a chair with a blanket, couldn’t get comfy, couldn’t relax, couldn’t shake the headache. Also the very bright blue LED display of the reverse cycle was driving me a little crazy, very bright and unrelenting. I think in that state most things were going to drive me a bit wacky. In one of these insomniac moments checking email I received my…
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Day 10 & 11 Marakesh
Mick Thomas got it right when he said, “there’s no point writing postcards on your bad days”, which is why there’s no post from yesterday. The first rule of travel is that change happens. The second thing is that it’s difficult to leave everything behind when travelling. Had we started our travels in Marrakech, I’m sure I’d be writing about how it”s a bustling, exotic and amazing location, full of life and good food. After 9 stunning days in the rest of Morocco, Marrakech is quite disappointing. It’s crowded, confusing, full of hustlers wanting to bargain over everything, men who want you to come look at their wares, often either…
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Day 9 Skoura – Marakesh
Typed while driving into the High Atlas mountains, so not all typos are due to my usual clumsy typing. High Atlas, wow, and we haven’t got close to the snow yet. These mountains aare quite steep, mostly barren — some trees but generally just shrubbery. The road is cut into the side of the cliff, with only a foot high cement barrier and some fairly regularly spaced red and yellow striped star pickets between us and the edge. We just passed a point 2600 metres above sea level, the Tischa pass, and now heading down a bit. There are small patches of ice in tyhe ravines. Woke up this morning…
