This is our last campsite before the tour officially ends. Tonight, we all go out for a farewell meal together, then afterwards or very early in the morning, Ray, Debbie and Steve head back for Spain, and Hammid and Youssef head back to Meski, their village. The rest of us stay here one more night and then go our separate ways; some will stop on or go further south, while others, including ourselves, will make our way back up the coast road through Safi, Casablanca, Rabat and Tangier to Ceuta. We make a couple of overnight stops on the way up.
We're all feeling quite sad that it's coming to an end. The culture, the scenery etc has all been wonderful but so has the company and friendship of our fellow travellers. Yesterday afternoon, the team held another briefing on our new campsite, followed by cold meats and salad, wine and another of Ray's stories [this time about one of his ancestors, a sea-captain and an abolitionist called James Riley - although he didn't let on that he was relative until the end of the story]. He's a natural storyteller!
Afterwards, some of us wandered down to look at the beach and got talking to the camel men - this ended with an impromptu ride and a booking for Friday evening. If it all works out, the camel men are coming to the campsite at 5.00 with six camels and taking us along the beach to Jimi Hendrix's house. It was quite a surreal moment being on the beach at sunset with the camels, and hilarious, too. When I got astride my camel, the one behind called Capucchino, took a sudden interest in the back of my neck, and when it was time to get off, the camel refused to kneel down. It caused quite a bit of amusement amongst the tourists looking on!
We're all feeling quite sad that it's coming to an end. The culture, the scenery etc has all been wonderful but so has the company and friendship of our fellow travellers. Yesterday afternoon, the team held another briefing on our new campsite, followed by cold meats and salad, wine and another of Ray's stories [this time about one of his ancestors, a sea-captain and an abolitionist called James Riley - although he didn't let on that he was relative until the end of the story]. He's a natural storyteller!
Afterwards, some of us wandered down to look at the beach and got talking to the camel men - this ended with an impromptu ride and a booking for Friday evening. If it all works out, the camel men are coming to the campsite at 5.00 with six camels and taking us along the beach to Jimi Hendrix's house. It was quite a surreal moment being on the beach at sunset with the camels, and hilarious, too. When I got astride my camel, the one behind called Capucchino, took a sudden interest in the back of my neck, and when it was time to get off, the camel refused to kneel down. It caused quite a bit of amusement amongst the tourists looking on!
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