El Ouatia Morocco 08/02/2015
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We have finished our sour Jon into the disputed area of the Sawarhi Arab Democratic Republic and are now back in Morocco proper like. We know we gave Foum El Oued a bit of a bad press, which in retrospect is still deserved, but it did have this house being built. All aboard me hearties.
You can print it off and colour it in. There will be a prize for the best entry.
We beat a hasty retreat mainly because of the weather which has been as blowy as Ed Miliband for the last week, a non-stop 50MPH northerly wind. Before we left we topped up with Diesel as it is a respectable 40p a litre in these parts. As this is a disputed area you can imagine that check points are common and we prepared by making half a dozen photo copies of details about us and our homie to give to the cheerful and smartly dressed guards, look and learn Heathrow Security. What we didn’t know however, was the name of the piece of paper we had filled in. We cleverly referred to it as the ‘piece of paper that might be needed by the Police when you go South’ and stuffed it away in our travel docs. So, our first interaction with the guards went something like this:
Guard: Bonjour, Welcome to Morocco, you Inglish?
Me: Seelam aylikem, Kafar Halak? Aiwa Inglesi.
Now I know my Arabic resembles Office Crabtree from Allo Allo, but Feesh is not a word I knew so with a blank look I Responded
Me: Minfudlak, Feesh?
Guard: Feesh, I want some Feesh.
Thinking on my feet I thought he must of mistaken me for Jesus. Not uncommon.
Me: I have Wine, I have Water, I have Bread but I have no feesh
Guard getting agitated and waving imaginary paper
Guard: feesh, feesh, passport, feesh
And then the penny dropped and agitation was replaced with a Beaming smile as we handed over the ‘piece of paper that might be needed by the Police when you go South’ document.
Bedouin Camp 03/02/2014
We sourced what looked like an Idyll 37Km North of Laayoune, the Bedouin camp overlooking Sebkha Oum Dba. What the book didn’t quite make clear was the 4 mile drive across the desert in the Knaus. We had visions of being stuck for an awful amount of time, especially if there was rain. Anyways the views are magnificent, the colours, the light, the shimmering salt lake. We hope the picture below gives some idea.
We were well short of provisions so we had food made for us and served in the Bedouin tent. Tourists we are.
We were going to stay an extra day but, I had ideas I was a Gas Engineer and left them with no hot water and a slightly miffed Tracy with a head full of shampoo and likewise no hot water, so we quickly left with a younf Moroccan wondering how the start button on the boiler had been pushed inside the boiler.
Our next stop northwards was the town of Tarfaya. But before we got there we managed to snap our first group of free Camels right by the road. Tracy was taken by the white leggings the young camels sport.
Tarfaya was another one camel town amongst many one camel towns in these parts so no need for a picture. Managed to pick up a chicken and some bread for eats later.
Oued Chbika 04/02 – 05/02/2015
We stopped for a little bit of wild camping on the side of this lagoon just over the border in Morocco. Had a walk and a Barbie and settled in for the night with a Midsomer Murder with the wind howling and bugger all internet. We went for a walk the next morning around the lagoon and for us spotted a couple of firsts:
A whole bunch of Spoonbills feeding on a sandbank and a few minutes later a Black Wheatear, both according to our book rare birds. We are no twitchers but we do like to placing little ticks in our birding book. Dangerous.
A picture of the Lagoon.
Later that day Adrian and Sue turned up in their 15 tonne behemoth RV and so that evening we joined them in their mobile bedsit for a wine or two. We were now getting bored of the buffeting wind and the associated noise blowing upon our bike rack and made the decision to head for the shelter of a campsite and so here we are in El Ouatia, AKA Tan-Tan Plage, and we all know about this place.
It is Tracy’s birthday on Wednesday and I’m racking my brains of where to take her, so all suggestions of restaurants within a 10Km distance of here are welcomed.
Love to all