157. Everyone is going somewhere

Marrakech

Stephanie, Ian, Geoff Ridley
Looks hard enough for you?

Today we were to visit the Majorelle Gardens, took all day to get organised, arrived half an hour before it closed at six pm - end of blog.

It is amazing the vehicles that come and go through this camp each day. Most impressive are the over engineered, massive, 4WD trucks with half a metre of ground clearance, a shed on the back and tyres half a metre wide. These vehicles fall into two groups:

1. Mostly these trucks are pampered as my Disco with about the same off road experience accumulated, automatic stairs and natty cupboards and devices everywhere driven by stylish chaps with lovely light brown desert boots and khaki shorts with something African looking rakishly wrapped round their head, sporting perfect designer stubble.
2. Occasionally weathered looking trucks looking like it would be a mercy for someone to take a sawn down Lee Enfield and shoot an unrepairable hole in the engine block. These people I assume would have wonderful stories and experiences to share but unfortunately for me, in general, don't speak English

These vehicles are interspersed on the road, fifty to one, by infant motorhomes with a combined age of the two occupants well over a hundred and fifty years and four inches of ground clearance before their automatic levelling jacks strike the ground. These people are running away from the winter and make up eighty percent of the campground inhabitants. Caravans are quite unusual down here.