We are woken at the start of the day with a cup of coffee or tea. Today it was at 6.00am, still dark. We have 30 minutes to drink coffee, get dressed, pack our bags, and then leave them outside on a canvas mat. Once the luggage is there the porters can dismantle and pack the tents away and start the transport of the tents and bags to the new site. An individual porter is responsible for your bag and tent. You are always housed in the same tent for the whole of the trek. Each tent is labelled with a number, as is the luggage. My tent was number 5, and when you arrive at a new campsite, you look for the tent, number 5, and there it is with your bag already in it.
Today there were some monkeys in the trees, blue monkeys. Managed to grab a few pictures, two of which are reasonable. Breakfast in the mess tent was a runny porridge, frankfurter, omelette, and papaya. Tea or coffee. Started on coffee, but transferred to tea, not liking instant coffee.
Our walk today was to Shira One Camp. This was an up and down walk, starting in the rainforest, then into the heather and finally open space. It was a lovely walk, plenty of trees and flowers to see, then as the trees disappeared, we were greeted with views back to the lowlands around the base of the mountain.
On the walk we passed the first of several helipads built by Roman Abramovich in his 2009 attempt to climb Kilimanjaro. He failed to summit and gave up the fight at 4,500M, and was helicoptered out. We had a couple of snack breaks on the way to Shira One. We reached the campsite for lunch of chicken and French fries.
After lunch it poured with rain, and my tent sprang several leaks. The tent porters soon corrected them, so I had a dry, snug tent. At every camp stop, there are two containers of water, one drinking and the other warm for washing. Filled a bowl of warm water and had a quick wash in my tent. Should have brought a towel to dry. My tee shirt is absolutely covered with salt stains from the two days of walking and sweating. Should have brought a few more clothes on the hike. No problem I change into one set of cloths for socialising in the evening and the smelly, sweaty cloths for walking. It will be getting cooler now, so there will be something on over the tee shirt.
Water is gathered at each stop. Sometimes the water team must walk long distances to find the clean stream, other times the water is close nearby,
In the pictures you can see our tents, and the two loo tents, one for the women, and the other for the men. The campsites do have their own permanent toilets, these are very smelly and dirty, they are the squat type of toilets. The portable toilets in their tents were nice to have and were kept clean.
As evening approached, the rain stopped, and I was able to grab some snaps of the campsite and a nearby stream. This evening we were entertained by quiet singing from the porter team. This was quiet, because singing in the park had been banned, with some guides losing their license to lead groups. COVID was used as an excuse to ban singing.
Supper tonight was rice and vegetables. It was much cooler tonight, so when I went to bed, I still wore most of my clothes. Still lovely and warm in my sleeping bag.
Today, Friday 11th February, was the start of the trek. Up and ready by 7.00 am for breakfast of mixed grill and fruit. Afterwards I repacked, splitting my luggage into three, the trekking luggage to be carried by the porters, luggage to leave behind and my day sack. I had yet to see the sleeping bag I had ordered; I was assured it would be there in the tent at the first campsite. Others had also ordered a sleeping bag, even those who had their own bag, saves luggage space.
The group was split into two Land Cruisers, and we headed off out to the start of the epic trek at the Lemosho Gate. The highway was on an exceptionally good tarmac road. (Chinese built for mineral rights?) The traffic was terribly slow, and then there were flashing lights as government limos sped past. Apparently, the prime minister was out and about. Instead of continuing along the tarmac road we set off cutting the corner of the triangle on dirt roads. This took us through a township and alongside many cultivated fields. The townships, and shops looked remarkably like my memory of Kenya 60 years before. Cultivation was in full swing, mainly manual with jembes, and women sowing the seeds. I did see one tractor. (The land behind our hotel had been ploughed mechanically.) This work was all in preparation for the short rains which were due to start in the next week or so. We spotted Zebra on some of the grassland areas.
We eventually re-contacted the metalled road and continued at a fast pace to the Lemosho Gate. There (2100 meters) we had a picture opportunity under the sign. We collected our lunch and filled our water bottles with clean water. Our porters were having their luggage weighed by the park authorities to ensure they were not overloaded and exploited. There were eight of us clients, and thirty-four supporting us. The thirty-four included the tour leader, Jimmy, our guides, cook, toilet operatives, water fetchers, the manager, and the porters. Three porters per client.
We started our walk through the rainforest. There were Colobus monkeys, who remained very hidden, and plenty of birds. I carried my large lens, but no obliging critters posed long enough to be photographed. Part way up the walk we stopped for lunch (fried chicken) so arrived at the camp at around 2.30. The path up was very well made and not steep, it was all through the rainforest. The walk was warm, I wore shorts and a tee shirt. At the campsite, after dusk, it soon became cool, so I wore fleece and long trousers.
At the camp site the sound of thunder boomed around, and the clouds grew larger. This was to be repeated every day. From morning to midday there were no or few clouds. As the day progressed the clouds took over the sky, and thunder then became pretty well continuous. We were lucky to get extraordinarily little rain.
We had an excellent meal of pumpkin soup, spaghetti and meat. We were all seated in a large mess tent with a table and chairs, all brought up by the porters. Several Ravens provided a photo opportunity, they are scavengers on the lookout for a free meal. The night was warm in my rented four-season sleeping bag. The Colobus monkeys provided a noisy soundscape to the forest throughout the night. Some obliging monkeys showed themselves in the morning.
Our Route to the Lemosho Gate and the walk to the first camp at Mti Mkubwa Campcam
Drive from Weru Weru River Lodge to Lemosho gate, and then walk up to Mti Mkubwa Camp
The earlier trip to Morocco had been a practice run for the climb up Kilimanjaro. So, I felt confident I would succeed in climbing Kili. I booked the trip quite late to Kili, the last booking I believe. The Omicron variant initially stopped me from bookin. I thought Tanzania would be added to the red list to join South Africa and several other African nations. It soon became apparent this wasn’t happening, and the red list soon lost its African countries. I booked the trip in January, getting a 20% discount from Explore. Unseen benefit!
I few weeks before travelling, I bought insurance for it, which had to include cover for over 6,000 meters. I also completed my Tanzania visa application online. The visa was granted withing 36 hours.
Despite the wind down of the pandemic, there were rules still to be obeyed for entry into Tanzania. A couple of days before travelling a PCR test was taken and delivered to the pickup point just off the M40. I waited with my fingers crossed for the result to be texted to me the next day. Yes. Negative, so I could travel.
The next day (9th February), I had to complete a Tanzania passenger locator form, and pay $10 for an LFT for when I arrived in the country. Not sure what happens when you fail this test. I assume, holiday over and into state isolation. I decided to travel to Heathrow by train and the Piccadilly line, no way was I going to pay the rip off Heathrow express fares. The alternative, the Oxford Airline bus service, is still not back to its pre-Covid timetable.
Arrived at Heathrow unstressed, checking in quickly, presenting my paperwork, (visa, vaccination status, PCR test and booked LFT). Soon I was in the departure lounge. Many of the bars and restaurants are still not open in Terminal 2. Even the bar I had a pint in closed shortly after I entered.
Soon I was boarding the flight to Addis Ababa, and despite not purchasing My Sheeba Space, I had an empty seat next to me. Ethiopian Airlines was very insistent that I should bid to upgrade to business class, or failing that, I should purchase empty seats next to me, the so-called Sheeba Space. The food on the flight was good. Two meals on the flight to Addis, and they also did not stint on the wine. Another meal and wine on the short flight to Kili. Some European, American, and British airlines have something to learn about when it comes to service.
In Addis I transferred to the flight to Kilimanjaro Airport. This was a fullish flight although there was a spare seat next to me again. I could not believe so many were flying to Kili, only realising later that the flight was destined to Zanzibar, and only twenty people disembarked at Kili. Small airport where I was temperature checked and had my LFT test. (Very gentle tester.) Seems they were testing only the British. Americans did not get tested, and I heard one American demanding her $10 back. I had slept during some of this flight but luckily awoke as we were flying over Lake Naivasha, Kenya. A town I once lived in. Homes and cultivation now surround the whole of the lake.
There was one other Kili client on my flight. We were both picked up and driven to Weru Weru River Lodge around 60 minutes away. All the other clients had arrived on earlier flights through Nairobi. Some had been booked on to my flight but Explore had cancelled their flights and put them on the Nairobi route. This was because of the escalating war in Ethiopia. I think because I was a late booker, the security issues had diminished, and the Ethiopian Airlines option was back on.
We arrived at the lodge, showered, and then met the others for the briefing. The lodge has large well-appointed rooms. There was a swimming pool and bar. Even managed to get a Negroni for a relaxing evening drink. Oh and of course WiFi.
Supper was terribly slow to be served. Despite the number of chefs, it appeared ages to prepare. I ate an Avocado salad, followed by Nile Pike.
Visited Waddesdon to see the Snowdrops. Many had been planted. There were some near to the aviary, and others on Baron’s walk. The Snow drops were not that impressive, the Baron’s walk the better ones. It is sometime since we visited, the temporary path from the car park has now been made permanent. A small ticket checking office was being erected on this route. This is replacing the small cabins which have been used in the past.
We visited Portmeirion, taking our longest trip to date in the Polestar. En route we stopped at Oswestry to recharge and have a snack. Though we could have made the whole trip to Portmeirion, we would have been empty on arrival. Rapid charging in North Wales seems to be virtually non-existent. The drive was excellent, and we arrived in dry weather. Our four nights and days were fabulous. The weather was mainly dry with bright sunshine, though we did have the odd shower. The bright sun, and recent rain showers made for some dramatic photographs.
As is usual we stayed in a village room (we have yet to stay in the same room twice) and ate breakfast and dinner in the main hotel. Due to Covid restrictions, or was it the time of year, many of the small cafes in the village were closed and we were stuck for lunches.
The dinners in the hotel were excellent, I have pictures of most of our meals. Rosemary missed me eating my last dessert, which must have been frozen with liquid nitrogen. Apparently, I looked like a fire breathing dragon, with jets of water vapour blowing out of my nose.
We did our usual walks around the grounds. One thought confused us, the tour of the tree specimens. We had our guide to the trees but could not make the trees coincide with the guide. Turned out the specimen walk had been changed, and there was a new guide.
I was invited, with guest (so thought I should take Rosemary), to the Gonville and Caius Commemoration of Benefactors. This took place on Sunday 14th November. Because of the likelihood of flowing wine we decided to stay the night. Our first choice of the Camping and Caravan club was stymied cos they were closed. We also thought of the Caravan and Camping club which was open, but the location was not good for public transport.
So we opted for an hotel, choosing Graduate Cambridge because of its free parking and the easy walk into Caius. It used to be the Double Tree by Hilton. On the site of the Double Tree, there used to be the Garden House Hotel which was destroyed by a fire on 23 April 1972 in which two guests died and before that it was The Garden House where a riot took place in 1970. Protesters against the Greek Junta, the “Colonels’ regime”, gathered outside the hotels for several days, culminating with a crowd of several hundred – mostly Cambridge University students organised by socialist groups – demonstrating against a Greek dinner for 120 guests being held in the River Suite at the Hotel from 7:30 pm on 13 February.
The company behind the Graduate operates hotels in university cities, mainly in America. The Graduate Cambridge and the Randolph in Oxford are the only two hotels they operate in the UK. The Cambridge hotel has been completely revamped, with excellent WIFI speeds far excelling mine at home. The reception area is themed with bookcases, books & college crests. The hotel has one downside – long meandering corridors which go on and on forever.
We arrived in the afternoon, got dressed in our glad rags and walked over to Gonville and Caius for four o’clock. The events of the celebration were:
4.00 pm Tea in the Fellows’ Combination Rooms
4.45 pm Lecture from Dr Arif Ahmed in the Bateman Auditorium
6.00 pm Commemoration of Benefactors Service in the Chapel
7.00 pm Reception in the Fellows’ Combination Rooms
7.30 pm Commemoration Feast in Hall
We had a lovely time starting with tea, and an excellent, thought provoking lecture on “Freedom & Free Speech”, mainly in universities. The Caius Choir performed well. The historic (1631) sermon, “Death’s Duel” by John Donne, seemed a tad sombre & bizarre, but fascinating at the same time. The reception flowed with drink and noise in the Senior Combination rooms, where the Feast provided excellent, beautifully presented food (from the newly refurbished kitchens) matched with equally splendid wines.
We ate breakfast at the hotel the next morning, after a quick walk around town, but were rather underwhelmed with the experience. Rosemary’s egg benedict had a hard yolk, soggy toast was served & luke-warm coffee! (No idea why we didn’t say anything.) You can get a better full English at any Joe’s Café.
The annual Kingswood firework party was held on the 6th November 2021. It was well attended. Usual brilliant display of fireworks (thank you, Ian) and a large bonfire.
On the 31st of October a strong wind blew through Aylesbury Vale. It was an exceptionally strong one which drew my immediate attention to the outside world. The poplar trees in the garden were being whipped around by the gusts. Luckily they did not succumb to the wind, but they did blow around, losing leaves and a few small dead branches. We lost a few larger branches from our willow trees. The large willows near the field pond were flattened even more. They were already going over, being supported by their neighbours and the hedge. Outside our home the A41 was covered by the last of the autumnal leaves.
I walked out to investigate the road block down the road, but soon stopped. There was this weird hissing sound, and then the smell of gas. A tree in Kingswood had lost a branch and broken a link pipe between two bulk Calor gas cylinders supplying the local eatery. The sound of the escaping gas could be heard throughout the village.
We were worried the gas could ignite and cause a serious problem, so called 999 to asked for the fire brigade. But it took so long that we hung up and tried again. Finally, we were put through to the fire brigade which answered immediately. They said they would come out. In the meantime a neighbour had sorted out the gas and was able to turn off the taps. Called the fire brigade again. They were already en route but said they would still come so they could check as a precautionary measure. They took some time to arrive from Aylesbury, because they had to negotiate several blockages on the A41 due to fallen trees.
Back in October we took Morrison the Campervan to Southwold, our fifth visit to Southwold with the van. We have been there several times for my birthday, eating in the Swan Hotel for lunch on the day. Following after my grandmother, she used to stay in the Swan for her summer holiday. They do some delicious food, and have their own twist on the Negroni cocktail.
This year we arrived a couple of days before to an extremely high tide (Full moon, Northerly wind and Global warming). Our first stop was thwarted by the high water. We drove past the campsite towards the Harbour Inn on Blackshore, only to find the road was flooded by the high tide. Morrison waded through several deep floods, but the nearer we drew up to The Harbour Inn, the deeper the waters became. We later discovered the pub was closed because of the flooding, unlike back in 1953, when rowing boats delivered the beer to a seriously flooded pub. Instead we found our pitch at the campsite (not flooded) and walked into Southwold for a beer at the The Crown.
Next day we were blessed with a lovely sunny day, and ventured along the Blackshore, stopping at a fish and chip restaurant for some oysters as well as fish and chips. Walking back towards the town, the day became darker, with a little rain and rainbows over Southwold.
Friday we took the foot ferry to Walberswick and picked up some lunch at a small deli called the The Black Dog Deli, and continued our walk back to Southwold crossing over the River Blyth on Palmer’s Lane. The Black Dog Deli appeared to me to be a meeting point for coffee and men of an older age. This bridge had been closed during the Summer season for repairs, making it extremely profitable for the ferry company. Back into Southwold for a pint at The Nelson. Was nice to see a pub which was only selling beer and no food. Great Nelson memorabilia.
Sunday, my birthday, was another rainless day. Meandered into Southwold for our lunch at The Swan, a beer in the bar to start with, and then into the Still Room to dine. The Swan serves some excellent posh nosh, so we typically spend several hours there enjoying our food and company. After lunch a gentle walk back to the van to veg the rest of the day away.
On the road to recovery after over-eating, we spent the next day walking along the river and then heading over for a light snack at Old Hall Southwold Café. We found this place last year. Service is a little slow, half term, and all the kids around had seemingly come to buy their Halloween pumpkins. After lunch we walked back to Southwold, past the railway centre and then into Southwold to visit the museum. The railway centre has very little track and was closed. Southwold used to be on a railway line, but all those disappeared years ago. The museum, despite our many visits always seemed to be closed, but this week it was actually open. R delighted to find a link to Penelope Fitzgerald amongst the exhibits, so re-read The Bookshop (set in Southwold) on her return.
Back in January 2020 I booked a trip to Morocco with Explore! to climb Mount Toubkal in May of that year, paying for the holiday in full early March. Well of course the trip was cancelled towards the end of March 2020. I then rebooked in March 2021 for a trip in October. The trip went ahead, and I travelled out to Menara Airport on the 9th October by EasyJet. I did not spot anyone else travelling on the flight. Although, apparently, there were six others.
A couple of weeks before I travelled, I hired a down filled jacket, crampons and a four-season sleeping bag. Also bought a nice 30 litre day bag. Toubkal in October should be cold, with ice and snow. As it happened there was no snow, and the shelter was not cold, so crampons and sleeping bag were a waste of money. The down jacket was worth it.
Because of COVID, there was some apprehension as to whether I had the necessary documentation. Morocco allows entries with no quarantine for those who are double jabbed, or have a negative PCR test. I am double (& booster) jabbed but decided to do a PCR test for the extra peace of mind. As it happens double jabbed was fine. Forms completed, vaccination certificate on phone and printed. EasyJet allowed me to fly, and Morocco allowed me in. Customs at Morocco was rather slow, and when one officer left his place, this doubled the number of people in my queue.
We were picked up by the tour company and driven to the hotel. A briefing at 6pm, and then we walked to the Souk and ate Tagine and bread at one of the outdoor restaurants in the market. There was a search for a bar, but this proved unfruitful.
Sunday 10th October 2021 – Trek to Tizi Oussem via Matate and Azaden Valleys
We ate a hearty breakfast at the hotel, and then left on a minibus to Aquersiol where we started our walk to Tizi Oussem. On these treks we were always well fed. Our feeding routine was generally, breakfast to start the day, mid-morning break for tea and a snack, a lunch time picnic, afternoon tea and then 3-course supper. Our walk took us a little over six hours, including the picnic lunch break. We started at 1627m (5337ft), climbing to a maximum of 2290m (7513ft)
Our accommodation was very basic, there were showers. We were divided into four rooms. Some chose to sleep under the stars, they did not regret the howling wind which woke us at intervals.
Supper was served. We had our own chef who accompanied us, two guides, and five donkeys and their minders carting our food and bags around.
Sunday Walk
Monday 11th October 2021 – Trek to Aremd via the Tizi n’Mzik Pass
We set off on our trek a little after 8. Walking through the village with its assortment of traditional homes, often with sheep living above the living accommodation. Today’s walk took us up to 2545m, over the at Tizi n’Mzik (8350ft) before descending into Aremd where we stayed in a traditional home. On this walk there were some rainbows. The walk was 5 hours.
At Aremd we again were split across rooms, with shared hot showers. An attempt at rigging up a wifi repeater router failed, apparently the base station was off. This accommodation was far superior to the previous night, and we would be back here on our return from Toubkal.
We also had a couple of hours walk around the village, looking at all the bars and restaurants alongside the river. Tourism had not yet returned, so most of the village’s venues were closed. Harry, one of the two women on the tour, decided to purchase a shawl from a stall. She haggled hard, and when asked her nationality, English, was accused of being Scottish due to her haggling!
Apple harvest appeared to be in full swing. The trees were laden in apples, which are put into a cool store, waiting for the higher prices. Back at our overnight accommodation we had a lovely supper.
Monday Walk
Tuesday 12th October 2021 – Trek from Aremd to Neltner Refuge via Sidi Chamharouch
Today we left Aremd, walking down through the village to the wide river bed. Then it was an uphill walk all the way to Neltner refuge. Unfortunately I did not start my tracker at the beginning of the walk, so the maximum climb was not recorded The recorded climb about 1120m (3670ft) to the height of 3225m (10580ft). The walk was steady with no particularly steep parts. There were quite a few bars/cafes on the route selling refreshments including freshly squeezed orange juice. I had a couple of orange drinks on the way. We did not stop for lunch on the walk up, waiting until we made the refuge where there was lunch waiting for us. A relaxing afternoon, and then a brief walk to see the route we would be taking the next day.
It was lovely relaxing outside viewing the mountains around as the sun set, and the clouds rose in the valley. Then the sun dropped behind the peaks. It became bitterly cold in seconds.
The lodge had Internet, slow in the evening, but far faster when everyone had gone to bed or had left to climb Toubkal. The lodge was divided into a couple of dining rooms, showers and loos, and several dormitories. We had one dormitory for us, with bunk beds, that could host 12 people. Six slept underneath and three on top. I was one of the three on top, which was luxury, we had a space between each of us.
There were showers and loos, I admit to not showering for the duration of our stay in this lodge, it seemed easier. The lodge catered for the adhoc visitor with a menu of food. We had our chef, so were catered by him, and we also had our own dining room. As is usual we had an excellent meal in preparation for tomorrow’s climb.
It was decided we would start the climb as dawn was breaking. Other groups left very much earlier, and we were woken by people leaving at 4am to try and catch the dawn at the top of the mountain.
Tuesday walk to refuge
Wednesday 13th October 2021 – Trek to Summit of Jebel Toubkal
We started our climb after breakfast at 7:50 climbing 1046m (3431ft) to the summit at 4221m (13848ft). These are my measurements on the mobile phone which do not quite equate to the official heights in the brochure. We were out for 7 hours and 50 minutes and ate lunch on return. I was impressed by the guide (Mo) who set a slow and steady pace, lazily walking up and down the mountain with short steps and hands in pocket, occasionally looking over his shoulder to ensure there were no stragglers.
The walking was quite easy, with only one early scramble up some rocks. There were several groups walking up, and we also met those who had started earlier on their way down. There was no snow or ice on the mountain, and we were greeted by bright blue skies and very little wind. An absolute perfect day for a stroll.
There are three climbs to the summit. The summit remains out of view until the last 30 minutes. The first climb is the hardest and the longest, though the subsequent climbs were fairly exhausting because of the reduced air pressure. Two in the group had bad headaches, a sign of mountain sickness. We all made it to the top as one group with no stragglers. This old dude (oldest in the group!) was right behind Mo.
We remained on the peak for nearly an hour, taking pictures and eating a snack (dates and figs). It was then the return trip, using sticks. The return was only slightly shorter, and my legs were getting a little tired. Lunch (not very hungry), we watched the clouds come up the valley, and the goats being called off the hills or running down the valley to be fed. A lovely day.
Walk up and Down Jebel Toubkal
Thursday 14th October 2021 – Trek to Tizi Ouanoums and back to Aremd
Today our trekking holiday was drawing to an end. There was an opportunity of an optional walk before returning to Aremd. It was noticeable that attitudes were changing. A couple of days before there seemed to be a consensus we should try the second peak, Ouanoukrin (4089m 13415ft). Mo had been quite uncommittable about this and had been suggesting a lesser target of Tizi Ouanoums. Today most (all?) of us were quite happy to take the shorter walk up to the pass at Tizi Ouanoums at 3728m (12230ft). The walk up was still a 1 hour 30 minute walk. We then had the walk back down to the refuge and on down to Aremd (where the internet was now working).
The pass of Tizi Ouanoums was quite windy. The view of the lake was obstructed by the haze, and lack of water in the lake. On the walk down to Aremd we stopped at Chamharouch for lunch. A small village associated with the Shrine of Sidi Chamharouch. A boulder with a hole in it, associated with a mosque. The superstition is your woes will be cured by visiting this place.. While we were there a sheep was being herded to the shrine, and a man was sharpening his knives in preparation to slaughter the offering.
After lunch we continued our trek back to our village lodging for the night. We walked 11 miles in 9 hours 30 minutes.
Back at the village house we settled up the tips for the porters, chefs, drivers, and also had a demonstration by our chef of a Moroccan omelette. A very thin & delicious omelette which has more spices then eggs.
The showers were busy and afterwards we had, as usual, a wonderful meal.
After the meal we all spent an hour of our life trying to complete the UK contact and trace form, Luckily there were several of us doing this so we were able to help each other out with those questions that proved unfathomably obtuse.
Moroccan Omelette
The ingredients: Coriander leaves, ground ginger, turmeric, paprika, black pepper, salt, cumin, garlic, grated onion and tomato, eggs.
Heat a tablespoon of olive oil.
Heat garlic in olive oil with salt.
Add onions
Add grated tomatoes
Add spices (about a teaspoonful of each)
Put lid on, turn down the heat. Can leave for up to 15 minutes.
For omelette
Beat egg with coriander. Poor on top of spices. Do not beat. Leave to cook.
You get a layer of egg over the spices.
Meat Balls
Can instead add meat balls, coriander, onion, spices garlic, then put unbeaten egg on top to finish
Walk to Tizi Ouanoums and back to Aremd
Friday 15th October 2021 – Walk to Imlil and drive to Marrakech
Today we took a short walk down the valley to Imlil where we were met by two small buses and driven back to Hotel Almas. In Imlil we were harassed by street traders setting their bracelets and other tat. Once in Marrakech the group split up, some going to have massage in a Hamman. Others going to the souk. As for me I walked to the Jardin Majorelle-Yves Saint Laurent Mansion. Here I visited the garden and the Berber museum. (Had no idea of the YSL connection before.)
We all met up in the evening for an expensive supper at the Azar Moroccan restaurant. A very trendy place with plenty of eye candy. The small bottles of beer were in the region of £7. It was a nice meal, but we had been eating well throughout the Explore! holiday.
Saturday 16th October 2021 – Back Home
We had the morning free in Marrakech, which I used with others to visit the Ensemble Artisinal Marrakech. This is an array of craft shops near to the Souk. Prices here are non-negotiable. I came away with a puzzle box. Others with belts, wallets and bags. There were musical instrument, carpenters at work, light fittings. Many objects far too large to take away with you. The craftsmen running the shops were not pushy and showed you their wares. It was a pleasure to visit and to buy from them.
Now it was time for home, the flight home and the drive home. Marrakech airport is exceeding modern and beautiful. The duty free shops were well stocked with drink, good deals on Ricard. Should really have bought 4 litres, but how do I carry that much? Everything in the terminal is prices in Euros. I did barter down the price of a Starbucks coffee by offering the last of my Dirham.
One word of warning, if you have a drone, ensure its in your hold luggage, one member of our group spent an hour in the police office explaining why he had not declared his drone, and eventually having it confiscated.
Other than that hiccup all went exceeding smoothly, no holdups anywhere, no queues in the UK, the M23 / M25 / M40 were a dream to drive on, so much so I took the long route home through Bicester rather than the shorter cross country road from Thame.
