There is always a
day on every trip where, as Aristotle put it, the whole is greater than the sum
of the parts and today was one of those. The ride from Erfoud to Boumaine was
short, the roads were a bit boring and we all put on at least two pounds as a
result of all the ingested desert dust. Despite all this, the ride did take us
through rugged, bone dry countryside where you wonder how anything survives,
through towns and villages where the women are burka-ed up and the blokes just
seem to sit around doing nothing (yes, just like home), saying very little and
not smiling much (which does seem to be a common factor throughout Morocco... I therefore invite all of the chaps here to bring their big moustaches to a Saturday
afternoon in the Red Lion... they all look like they need a pint of Pedigree, a
bit of banter and have obviously never met Hannah... though Dan, you might have
to put the heating on for once as they're used to 35C not 35F) and where, back
to the story, the burnished red earth lends its deep red colour to everything.
Throw in riding through a desert sand storm, Heineken for lunch and you have all
the ingredients for a fab day on our ever dustier but awesome
motorbikes.
The hotel in Boumaine
has a view which takes your breath away (some of its rooms occupy caves too
which made one or two of our number feel right at home), and, joy of joys, we
found a hotel bar in town selling... yes, the odd
beer or two, and the meal back at our hotel was by far the best yet. The evening
was topped only by an hour spent discussing life, the universe and everything in
a bedouin tent. We are though still wondering if Brian has an 'Off'
switch!
Thursday sees us moving
on a short way down the road to Ouarzazate which is difficult to
pronounce but
the ride does promise some bendy roads along the way and where we hope to find the best or possibly only sports bar in Morocco so we can watch the super Rams on the telly tonight.
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| A quick mention for one Benali Brahim, a waiter at our Erfoud hotel, who has never had his photo on the internet and asked if we would oblige. Mon plaisir, Monsieur Benny |
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