D-Dog’s Blog

Due to unprecedented levels of public demand, I’ve decided to sit down and compose a post off the cuff, so bear with me. Today was the day we were supposed to visit the cascades, a series of waterfalls in the mountains. We’d received some good advice from a Canadian chap called Guy about the best way to do this, so we thought we were pretty prepared. Unfortunately, due to an untimely illness, Frank wasn’t well enough to go, so the eighty-five year old bloke, (Chris) who I believe Pascoe has mentioned in passing, came along for the ride. It actually turned out to be quite stressful; Chris spent the entire journey talking about anthropology and guffawing loudly at his own witticisms, and the driver decided that he would milk his cargo of rich Europeans for all they were worth by depositing us, at various stages of the journey, at establishments clearly run by his brother-in-law/second cousin twice removed/best mate. So we looked at pots, pans, hats, necklaces and other bits of traditional Moroccan paraphenalia, as well as being given a tour of someone’s house (?). Lunch was alright, and, of course, the scenery was magnificent. We arrived back at the hotel to find Frank feverishly tossing and turning and speaking in tongues (probably). A quick post, but stay tuned, we are still here.

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