Once again the surf gods had deserted me, and my now 'well-travelled neoprene' was to remain dry, so I washed my socks and undies instead. Tony headed of into some small dunes and scrub on the quad.
On Tony's return we held the usual Q and A session about the truck and trip (tyre pressure, oil colour, fridge temperature, deodorant choice etc) to the assembled motor-home masses. The owners of 'Desert Explorateur' and 'Galaxy Adventurer' being interested in the suspension, 'Wild Nomad' the cooker and the 'Wilderness Adventurer' just seemed to be hanging about.
We refused to talk to the couple with the air brushed 'Lonesome Red Indians staring into middle distance with Wolf cub' picture on the side of their van.
We refused to talk to the couple with the air brushed 'Lonesome Red Indians staring into middle distance with Wolf cub' picture on the side of their van.
After receiving the plaudits, we decided to take a trip into town - well worth it. Bought some stuff, woodwork mainly, and took some photos of the back streets of Essoiura.
Once in town we some saw evidence of homophobic graffiti on some of the walls of the Medina. Morocco being a mixture of Islamic and Catholic is not overly tolerant of homosexuality except within its clergy and activities such as use of pedestrian crossings, drinking decaffeinated coffee, and other overtly 'gay activities' are likely to be frowned upon.
It had been threatening to rain for some time (would the socks get dry?) and the temperature started to get a bit chilly. We headed back to the truck, fell asleep reading- showered and changed ready to go out for our last meal in Essoiura. We returned to town in the truck due to the rain being of biblical quality and the quad bike not being licensed for inland waterways.
We ate the same restaurant as the previous evening (inside this time), Islamic mosaic tiles covered the walls and floors, brick red paint work where the walls were exposed - very tasteful. The food was once again excellent. A magician was doing the rounds from table to table – he was a-ma-zing, demonstrating the ball- cup-hand-ball-change-to-mandarin trick. He managed to remove my watch without me having the slightest idea - the manager came over to me and presented me with a thank you box? – I opened it and thought he was being rather generous giving me a watch - until I realized it was mine! He then proceeded to do it again with another trick. A great evening, returned home fell asleep –we have a long drive up north tomorrow.
(p.s. my socks dried out OK)
(p.s. my socks dried out OK)
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