We are now at Azrou “Euro Camping” run by the United Emirates and what a place it is – positively palatial compared to everywhere else that we have stayed and although it’s not “real Morocco” it makes a pleasant change.
Another organised meal in the evening – a surprise one funded by the campsite, I think, but organised by our team. However, what we didn’t realise at first was that there had been all sorts of arguments going on between our team and the campsite manager. I think the manager, a Moroccan of dubious background, was trying to insist that the chicken bought for us should also feed another group of campers who had turned up unexpectedly. I’m sure there was a lot more to it than that but at the end of our meal there was suddenly a lot of shouting and gesticulating in the background. Hamid and Youssef, who are both very gentle by nature disappeared off to their rooms early; Ray and Steve tried to calm things down but the Moroccan was also high on alcohol or hashish. CHICKEN WARS!
The next morning, we woke up to find that the campsite manager had exacted his revenge! In the morning, David and I, and quite a few others, woke up with galloping gut rot – thank goodness we were on a site with facilities! [but moving on today to another wilderness site - hope Tesco’s version of Immodium works!!]
Selwyn mentioned that they have brought out a new form of Immodium, it’s called “Commodium!” When we talked about putting the incident on our blogs, Geoff said, “This story could run and run!” When Ray [tour leader, not road runner] mentioned stopping for pancakes again, he said they would be good for stuffing us up – “Which end do we put them in?” I asked!!
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