Mark and Sue in the Delage made an early getaway - as one of the slower cars. We followed half an hour behind, at 8.15. Jonny was still warming his engine as worried about excessive oil pressure. Text message advice from Paul in England was to adjust the pressure relief valve to bring this down - a job for Marrakesh.
After an enjoyable and still cool run down the coast road we hit Casablanca traffic, which was slow going and hot, then we broke free of this and had open roads with more interesting views. Gradually the Atlas mountains materialised from faint clouds into distant snow-capped peaks and I started to look forward to getting away fro, the cities.
Marrakesh first though and we met Mark and Sue as arranged; a few miles before the city. Finding the main square was relatively straightforward, but by the time we'd located the hotel (in a pedestrianised area) and some parking (rather seedy, demanded payment in advance, but we had few choices) the car was overheating and in need of a rest.
Charles has to fly out early tomorrow morning so we hit the souk for shopping. After some very professional bargaining Charles bought a carpet, shoes for Sarah and dried fruit: Then to the bar at Hotel Tazi where we met the others for many beers and to where Rosie was delivered by her latest conquest - a man met on the train.
Supper was taken in the market square, with Jonny expertly taking charge of ordering kebabs, chips and salads, then negotiating a group discount to the final bill.
Charles and I had been given a room with 3 single beds so, particularly as Charles will be gone by 5am, I suggested that Rosie share it. Much ribaldry from David of course about our threesome.
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