Up to day 20

No one seemed to like Fez very much probably due to wind, rain and cold. We went into Fez with S and J with difficulty but eventually ended up at the medina which was endless-loads of little shops selling everything. We had a tour of a tannery which was an eye opener and had lunch in a Riad.

Day15 travelled south-everyone desperate for some sun-amazing views, snow topped mountains, barbarise apes, changing scenery to barren areas, Ifrane, where the king comes from-very European looking, still going from very poor to obviously wealthy. Went through middle Atlas over 2000mts to Medelt where we sat in the sun for 1 hour-1st time I've had my shorts on but soon back in jeans and jumpers.

Day 16 Dramatic barren views as we journeyed on to Source Bleue de Meski, an oasis. Beautiful and sunny so all sat out and even had a barbecue and the locals came to entertain us with their drms. We bought a jellaba each to keep warm.

Day 17  Drove down to the desert. You could see the dunes, rosey pink as you drove towards them as the land was very flat and barren. We passed lots of kasbars en route and then turned left across the plain-rough piste-where we crawled along to the edge of the dunes. Not quite "Ice Cold In Alex" but Ray's exhaust dropped off and Dave backed into a sand dune and broke his bumper

We had 2 days in the desert. We watched the sunset from the top of a dune which was fabulous the star gazed with bins, telescope and aps. Next evening some of us went on a camel track to see the sunset which was a great experience and we were only 5 miles from the Algerian border.

day 19 got up to blue skies and sunshine. 40 Dutch bikers arrived at the hotel the night before and we watched them lining up for a photo shoot on a dune behind our vans. We were on the opposite dune taking photos and laughing about how they looked as if they would set off and try to jump over our vans when, would you believe it, one of them did just that and crashed into the back of Steves van. Jon ran up the dune to stop the rest of them. They could see the tops of our vans from their dune so no one can understand what possessed her. The girl was badly injured and taken away in an ambulance and a lot of damage to S's van, bikes and locker but the men managed to make it road worthy. It brought a whole new meaning to the phrase "a Flying Dutchman".

We eventually got on the road to Tinerhir camping Le Soleil just as the sun had gone for the day. We passed what looked like slag beeps all the way but Ray says they are pillow lava- not very attractive.