In the morning we awaken to see our overloaded companions parked nearby, how ever did they sleep in that car? After finding an ATM, we set off, as is our want, on the coast road. We knew we were leaving Europe even before departing the Italian docks, we certainly know it now. Yes, this is different, there are a few reminders of the very rural areas of Turkey, there are also reminiscences of Pakistan!!
Our first nights stop is in the town of Asilah. There is a carpark that has Motorhome overnight parking. The carpark attendant is an elderly chap, tall and thin, he is friendly and helpful. He directs us to the walled town, which we explore. It is a very "arty" place. We have lunch and then return to Fay. Our car park man is involved in a ruckus, between some youths. We keep a low profile.
In the evening we return to the town after watching the sun go down. The town is busy with people shopping. The streets have given way to a sort of market place, impromptu stalls sell everything and anything, where there is not a stall, goods are sold on the pavement.
The dress of choice for the men is a full length cloak, with a pointed hood. Very practical and traditional, we cannot help but give in to the mischievous thought that we appear to have descended into a town full of Obi wan Kanobi's!!
Wed 10th Dec
In the morning our carpark man is involved in yet another altocation. He is too old to be engaged in fisti cuffs again, once maybe unfortunate but twice seems like a hobby. Time to leave.
The next major town en route and one which is on the tourist trail is Rabat. On the way we pass more Pakistani style habitats. As we near the town there is a sharp increase in police an army presence, along with car and coach loads of football supporters. Supporters behaving as football supporters do the world over. We discover that there is a period of major football tournaments in Rabat, starting today! Since the military deem it necessary to have such a large input into the event, we decide to leave Rabat to FIFA and continue on until we find a small campsite a few miles short of Casablanca.
A funny little site, surrounded on three sides by building sites. The forth side is the angry Atlantic with massive waves, to delight any surfer. Despite all the building going on around us, the campsite is busy? We are not sure why, are the others shut? Is this one cheap? Is it the only one with hot showers? I guess only time will tell us that.
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