...however, of note is that we have acquired a capable and willing social secretary. The role is new and a very important one carrying the responsibility for researching the availability and suitability of the best restaurants in the location we happen to be lucky in which to find ourselves. 'Mr Secretary' Paul Haynes has for the first time on any bike trip actually bought something called a guide book and bothered to find out in advance where the best places to eat may be found. We found this strange as preparation has rarely been a RLB trait. This new forward planning has served us well as we normally wander round town aimlessly til we find somewhere, or worse still... ask a taxi driver.
For Saturday night in Casablanca, Mr TripAdvisor had selected a French restaurant to provide the repast and well received it was too. Well, mostly.
Sunday in Rabat was slightly less successful. The golden rule of restaurant selection is, first and foremost, the availability of liquid refreshment and, woe is me, Sunday night's Italian was dry, barren, arid, completely devoid of beer or wine. Paul's position was seriously under threat but in usual RLB apathetic style no one else would do the job anyway and so he lives to pick our grub another day.
As inconsiderate as it was for the Football League to arrange the end of season play-offs whilst we are here, Sunday afternoon provided top entertainment. Not only had the bar got a telly but they had the common sense to put on good old English football. Burton Albion at lunch and the mighty Derby later, the Grand Prix too. We didn't feel as though we could sit there all day, however, and went out for 45 minutes to buy Carpet Mark a belated birthday present. He is now the owner of a very heavy tagine... the perfect gift for someone on a motorcycle.
The end of Morocco is in sight... Monday we head to Chefchaouen, our last stop before returning to the cuddliness and cleanliness of Europe with its clean pint glasses and, well, clean everything.
As inconsiderate as it was for the Football League to arrange the end of season play-offs whilst we are here, Sunday afternoon provided top entertainment. Not only had the bar got a telly but they had the common sense to put on good old English football. Burton Albion at lunch and the mighty Derby later, the Grand Prix too. We didn't feel as though we could sit there all day, however, and went out for 45 minutes to buy Carpet Mark a belated birthday present. He is now the owner of a very heavy tagine... the perfect gift for someone on a motorcycle.
The end of Morocco is in sight... Monday we head to Chefchaouen, our last stop before returning to the cuddliness and cleanliness of Europe with its clean pint glasses and, well, clean everything.
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