Sick note...

It's a bit awkward writing a post when while describing the days in question you were actually semi-comatose and 120 miles behind everyone else. Luckily for me, Marrakech turned out to be a bigger version of the dump I was still stranded in and therefore there's not much of a constructive nature to say about it. I think I'll let the photos do the talking...

Habitual speeders, Brian (far right) and Richard (3rd from right)
seen later showing remorse

What does merit comment, and I'm sure the derision of all of you, our loyal readers, is that two of our merry band were today caught and summarily punished for speeding on Morocco's roads. The country must have a police force the size of the US Army; every street corner and road island has a johnny sat there next to a stinger looking for any opportunity to extract money from passing motorists and for the worst offenders a trip to spend some time with the Moroccan 'big' Bubba awaits. Richard 'lightning' Whitehouse and Brian 'supersonic' Reid both fell foul of the law on the road to Marrakech. At first it appeared that both bad boys would be dragged to dark and filthy jails until it was pointed out to Mustafa Kopper that our hotels have been pretty much the same thing in which case he generously provided a 'pay one, get one free' offer (no receipt provided) and our men gratefully scooted off only 70 euros the lighter though apparently a toilet stop was required shortly after. Mr Whitehouse, 48, said later, 'I can't believe those robbing policemen caught me but I was impressed by the flexibility of the Moroccan Justice system and they were very nice chaps'. Mr Reid, from Derbyshire, for once refused to comment.

The boys found a couple of Forest fans to
chat to in the Kazbar

The ride to Marrakech was, as it happens, a belter. At least 80 miles of tight mountain roads, high up, provided an exhilarating couple of hours riding under the usual azure skies.

Animal welfare is an oxymoron in Morocco

An example of a halal slaughter