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Slight hangover after a great evening eating couscous at
Abdelkrim's first wife's house the night before. Breakfast in the street near the square. Coffee, bread and apricot jam. Drew some more money. Money is becoming a bit of a problem! No, not too much too little!
Olivier went to the harbour to see the cat man.
Abdelkrim gave us a lift to the airport. Took everyone for a quick flight 5 flips each. Abdelkrim is the only man I have chatted to at length who has two wives. Fascinating how he manages them. Makes you think!
Olivier and I each have a magic flying carpet from
Habib's carpet shop. We are considering taking the parachutes off now that we have the carpets. Hope to take them for a flight when we have a no-wind day. Olivier flew once before in 1988 and says he will give me
some dual instruction. All the ATC's hate the flying carpets because the Moroccan drivers have no licences or radios. Been a lot of carpet / drink related accidents recently. Moroccan women are not allowed to own or
operate a magic carpet. Most Moroccans are afraid of the carpets because every now and then there is a rogue carpet that kills a whole lot of people before it is caught and burnt.
Packed and took off down the coast. An amazing
coastline. Many shipwrecks. Lots of people living in houses cut into the cliffs above the coast. The sandstone cliffs were incredibly beautiful. There were many sand arches and tunnels where the sea has cut the
sandstone away. At one point there was a large tunnel ahead of us and for a few seconds I considered flying through it, but as I got closer I lost my nerve and banked away.
Saw the first dunes and many camels. The weather was
really great not too hot. The desert is with us! Sand, sand, sand
.. dusty.
Flew inland to the little hotel / resort at Fort
Bou-Jerif. Very short runway actually it was just a little clearing between the stones and rocks. Landed OK. The owner, Guy, has declared his property the Emirate of Fort Bou-Jerif. I was sworn in as the new South
African Consul. Olivier now calls me 'Your Excellency'. I suggested he bows to me in future and he suggested I kiss his arse! Very impolite for a Swiss. I still had to pay my accommodation and food, which I thought
was a bit of a cheek.
A baby camel nearly ate my camera. Met and chatted to
the Cobra man. Very interesting and likeable fellow
a German. Bloody Germans are everywhere, ja! Had a good dinner camel meat Tajine
yummy
and slept in a traditional nomad Berber tent. No snakes or
scorpions, thank you very much!
Had a hot shower
a luxury.
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