So here we are aboard our charming steed, who with such a light load as Yorkie and myself on board, was champing at the heels of the mule in front (mounted by a rather heavier minder). It was a bit unfortunate therefore, that we got stuck at the back of the convoy, but we soon settled down into plodding, rather than racing mode, and it was all extremely pleasant.
We rode for a good hour and enjoyed looking at the amazing Atlas mountain scenery all around us. We had red earth hills above and, down in the valley below, fertile flood plains beside a river.
All too soon we reached the gite where we were going to be staying, and it was time to dismount and say goodbye to our new 4 legged friend.
Our mule friend went back to his home, as he was a genuine working animal rather than a ride for tourists. No doubt he had a few more hours work to do on the farm before his day was over. For us though, it was time to relax at the gite. While our cook got to work preparing a goat meat and vegetable tagine, we took, yet more, of the Moroccan drinks staple - mint tea - out on the balcony.
As you can perhaps deduce from our next picture, it wasn't long before the skies turned dark and there was a heavy downpour. It was quite mesmerising watching the rain and watching the locals hurrying for cover - there were no fancy Goretex waterproofs in sight!
Our mouths started to water as aromas of tagine began to waft up the stairs. It was a good job there wasn't too long to wait.
Lots of love, George and Yorkie
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Have been pleased to read about Morocco, but have not found out if the channel swim was successful. It would certainly be cooler than the temperatures you experienced!
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