Last night, I got lost in Marakesh.

I woke late, aching from yesterdays little tumble. The Riad Guardian did my laundry as it was red with dust from the Atlas paths. I gifted him a miniature cognac in return, given to me by my neighbour before I left Hampton ‘sorry Carol’. For most of the day I relaxed by the Riad pond size pool whilst brushing off the creatures who also joined me. Being the only guest the guardian acted as a my own personal butler and followed me every where acting on every instruction. I took advantage of the kindly loaned Riad garage and serviced the bike using the few spares I had brought along. I most certainly feel more intimate with my bike. Tomorrow I will depart for Imousanne via the last planned pass, the Tizi n Techa!