Time to leave Asilah. The little campsite right on the seafront had suited us well. The two nights we spent there enabled us to find our feet before immersing Marge in more of this north African country. We paid our host, named Bobby by Angela, as he reminded her of the comedian Bobby Ball. £24.00 for two nights, we were happy with that. As Bobby said, 'money buys the honey'. It certainly doesn't go towards the upkeep of the vehicles here, most are held together with tape and tin foil. Today we wanted to stop and buy shopping at the Marjane supermarket. Marjane supermarkets are a little like a French supermarket. We say French lightly, as the choice was very limited. Very little fresh fruit and veg. Obviously no alcohol as we are in a Muslim country. We bought some staples that we should be able to cobble a few meals together. The quality of driving here is terrible. Bad enough on tarmac roads, but when we drove on roads more inferior the traffic coming in the opposite direction kept crossing to our side to avoid the potholes. Eventually we arrived in the town we'd been staying overnight at. There is a nearby lagoon, which we walked down to. Rubbish is a real problem here. It is literally piled everywhere, and the sight of it is quite depressing.
On the shore of the nearby lagoon mole crabs scuttled around, burying themselves in holes in the sand. They were fascinating to watch, but once again we felt saddened by the rubbish all around them.
(Yes these really are plastic ducks, we counted around twenty of them!)
Our stop tonight is a homestay. Mohammed has opened up his front garden for camping.
His wife will cook you a very nice tajine for fourteen pounds. As tomorrow is our twenty-seventh wedding anniversary we thought we'd treat ourselves and ordered the tuna tajine.
It was excellent.
(The families cockerel, shades of Brindisi maybe?) See here
Tomorrow we will move on from here, a little further down the coast. Marge has developed a bit of a noise, we think she may have picked up a stone and it's caught betweenn a brake pad and a disk. Fingers crossed that is the problem. As the night draws in Angela can't help smiling thinking about an incident earlier when a cow wandered in through the gate here. After much shouting by the family, a small boy was dispatched with a broom to shoo it out. Staying here with this Moroccan gamily has been nice. Everyone is so friendly and welcoming. To us, this is the real Morocco.
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