I woke up feeling pretty unenthusiastic about another day in Ouzazerte. I was up and going of the hotel when I saw Brian and Sarah packing up. Sarah had had a nose bleed and was sitting on her bed with a tissue under her nose. I helped them downstairs with their kit.
While they packed their bikes up, I went out to get breakfast. On returning, I talked with them for a while before wishing them luck and saying goodbye. I was sad to see them go. They were a very nice couple.
Back in the room, I made porridge and scrambled eggs for breakfast. Afterwards, I sat on my bed feeling pretty fed up and frustrated. I was keen to get on the road but faced another day waiting for Dan to get better. It felt as though our money was draining away.
At 10am, we went to the hospital to pick up Dan’s bill and his passport. We were feeling pretty glum. They charged us 126 dirhams for two nights in the hospital. The man billing us had put charges of three times 42 dirhams rather than two times 42 dirhams. I questioned him about this but he was adamant about not changing it. Git. This added fuel to our poor feelings about many of the Moroccans we had met and our feelings about them dropped to a new low.
We met Hussein and went to his room. We swapped addresses, looked at some of his photos of him and his fiancée and left, saying that we would drop back in before we left. Not all Moroccans are bad. Hussein was a decent bloke. He was not on the take like many of the others we had met so far.
We walked back into the town centre to buy Dan a new hat because his had been stolen at some time since he had collapsed off his bike. Not finding one, we looked into a couple of carpet shops and a hotel to see if they had any but we finally resorted to buying him a turban for 15 dirhams in one of the carpet shops.
After that, we had a lazy afternoon after lunch. Dan cooked up ‘bubble and squeak’ in the evening and we listened to several music programmes on the BBC World Service. The shows were ‘The Vintage Chart Show’, ‘Multitrack’ and ‘Tommy Vance’s Rock Salad’ which was about great rock guitarists [Twenty years later, I have just started to learn to play the guitar].It was excellent stuff and a tonic to a fairly frustrating day.
Will Hawkins lives in Lincolnshire with his family, works in a technology company in London and does as many micro-adventures as he can.
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