The accommodation that night was a real treat and the best yet. We stayed at a kasbah which had a great location and a lovely swimming pool. As it was very hot, discovering the pool and finding it empty was a real treat.
We spent hours in the pool cooling off while our minders left earlier, to rinse through their touareg blue headscarves, having been warned that the dye might not be that well set and might leave them with blue faces.
They returned to join us for dinner, appearing rather traumatised and more than a little blue of appearance - and it certainly wasn't because of the cold.
Apparently the scarves had run rather more than expected and dyed not only our minders exposed skin, but also the terracotta un-glazed bath, blue. Much scrubbing had then ensued, to return the bath to at least a paler shade of blue. We knew that we'd had a lot more fun swimming.
The rural location of the kasbah meant it was lovely and quiet. There was farmland right behind and, while we dried off from our swim, we enjoyed watching the local sheep and donkeys.
It was a rather idyllic pastoral scheme and we were very content, even more so when we discovered we could have our evening meal of Moroccan chicken and couscous outside, at a table right by the pool.
Sheer bliss, although sadly no beer in the bar - despite the pool it was a dry hotel!
Lots of love George and Yorkie xxx
2 comments:
We have seen ladies with blue arms as well. They were in China, preparing the woad dye for denim.
Are we going to see the scarves being worn?
Did you end up looking like mini Blue Bears?
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