We’re here, at a campsite 6km outside of Fes in northern Morroco: N33.98718 W5.01847<\/p>\n
Weather: overcast, then thunder, then a bit of a downpour, which we had to trudge through, see below.<\/p>\n
I admit it, I’d been eyeing up the map yesterday with a sense of foreboding. The trip from Martil to Chefchaouen had been about 60km or some such, and had been hard work. I’d arrived with a shooting pain in my left shoulder and in need of a beer. It took us about 2 hours; our friends Chris and Tina had suggested it would take between 3 and 4 hours so I think they had it worse when they did it a few days before us. Today’s drive to Meknes was over 200km.<\/p>\n
Once we got on the road, and got another look at rural Morocco, I stopped worrying as (a) the roads were pretty quiet, often straight and the traffic far less manic and (b) compared with almost everyone else we saw on or at the side of the road, we were in sheer luxury in Dave. Nevertheless, I was relieved as we came out of the Rif mountains. I’m hoping now we’re out of the weird enclave where\u00a0marijuana\u00a0is legal, I’ll get less 20-something year old blokes trying to flog me kif. I was on the verge of getting a t-shirt made up with a big leaf on it and a red cross circle across it, like on Ghostbusters.<\/p>\n
Anyway; another fascinating day:<\/p>\n
The rain’s stopped, which is good as the electrical hook-up point is, well, basic and exposed, shall we say. The heater is on, Ju’s wrapped up in bed with a book, and I’m about to dig out one of my remaining beers. The question is: do we try and get into the madness that is Fes tomorrow (Charlie will have to stay home alone)? Do we take the campsite owner up on his offer of a guide? We’ll see how brave we feel tomorrow.<\/p>\n\n\t\t