Marrakech Nightlife

Said goodbye to Nigel this morning. His insurance sent over the lovely Jane Dutson MD to make sure he didn't pop his clogs on the way back. They even sent a proper ambulance to take him the 10k to the airport. Bizarre. If they only knew what he had been up to the past few days walking round Marrakech with me. Granted, he spent yesterday talking to God on the big white telephone but apart from that he seemed fine. Sadly, Jane only arrived at 230am so couldn't avail of the night life in Marrakech.

I, on the other hand enjoyed it very much. So much in fact that yesterday was a bit of a wipe-out. I met a Swiss biker yesterday and we arranged to meet up and see what the Marrakech nightclub scene had to offer. Lots of Gin and ladies of dubious morality is the answer. I availed myself heavily of the former and resisted the latter. They threw everything at us. Slim, big-boned, big bums, little bums, big boobs, small ones....the lot. Eventually they gave up after about 3 hours and figured us for gay. When the place was closing, we had a chat with one of the 'hostesses' and found out they had been taking turns to have a crack at us.

So I jumped on the bike at the crack of 11am and got going up the Tizi-n-Tichka pass. I was looking forward to this day the whole trip but it was a bit of a flop. Great road but a hangover and bumper to bumper traffic made it a lousy ride.




The problem with heavy traffic is that nobody here maintains their car and so you can taste the air. Belching big black clouds of fumes, these things crawl up the mountains and make for a thoroughly unpleasent breathing experience. I learned later that everybody is on the move to their family homes for the Eid festival in a few days. Sheep are changing hands now for 2 to 3 times the regular price.