Yesterday evening we went to the main market space called the Djemaa el Fna. In the past it was an assembly ground, place of execution and today it is a market during the day and in the evening it is a kind of carnival. Complete with Lunatic scooter traffic, beggars, hustlers, amazing colours, ancient buildings, good coffee, snake charmers, acrobats, storytellers, musicians, food stalls with delicacies like sheeps head and the best freshest orange juice I have ever tasted for 20p a glass.
I wont even bother trying to describe it. Get an Easyjet flight out here and find out for yourself. Magic.
Nigel is being repatriated tomorrow. They are sending a doctor out today to escort him back home....flying business class. Poor bugger is laid up in bed today with gut trouble. He is, as they say 'not able to fart with confidence'. I ate at the same places and seem to have escaped, so far.
Just over a week to go and I bumped into a swiss guy who is heading south to Mauritania and he gave me some worrying news that the passes over the mountains that I intend crossing were closed due to snow. I have seen snow ploughs here so hopefully it they will open up soon. Back to Ouarzazate and then on to the desert again. Apparently there is a sign out there somewhere which says '42 days to Timbuktu' so I thought I would take a look.
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