Due to the fact that we are pretty much constantly on the move and staying in different cities and hotels each night I seem to have almost reached the end of my tour I am going to do a couple of “posts” in an attempt to catch up. I can’t blame it all on Moroccan WiFi as so far it’s been pretty good!

We are fortunate that Dean (the kiwi in the group) is an excellent photographer and so have decided to keep my iPhone in my pocket and rely mainly on his photos

Needless to say his photos have got hopelessly muddled with mine as Google and Apple still seem be incompatible. I will therefore probably get the wrong photos in the wrong cities so bear with me and hopefully you will still get the idea !!

Mega mosque in Casablanca.

Rabat and Meknes

The Aussie girls – Julie & Caroline – in Rabat or Meknes:

On one of the few times when retail therapy or scarf shopping haven’t distracted them !!

A stop at Volubilis on the way to Chefchaouen where everything turns blue. Major Roman ruins

Then onto Chefchaouen for two nights surrounded by blue with lots of steps..

Bliss – two nights in the same hotel with a pool

Next stop Fes. Hopefully you can see what I mean about Deans photos !! Google won’t let me forget it. I will post this one now in an attempt to catch up….

Sod’s Law but am finally heading off for some real sunshine and a three week tour of Morocco and of course the weather in England has started to get decidedly springtime and is experiencing a heatwave.

Headed up to London to attend my old pal Juliette’s 80th birthday In London. A momentous occasion held in the Conservatory at the Barbican attended by many old mates and faces from the early Floydian era. A plethora of Wrights, Masons, O’Rourkes and various accomplices and surviving supporters.

A night at the Chelsea Arts Club before heading down to Gatwick for a Royal Marconi flight to Casablanca and 3 nights at the somewhat shambolic Hyatt Regency. Chilling out by the pool and a few sorties for dinner was about all that I could muster. Casablanca doesn’t have a lot going for it these days apart from a souk in the Casbah opposite the hotel selling all the usual tat.

A couple of the old art nouveau landmarks and a thriving fish market survive. Not exactly as Bogie and Bergman appeared in the movie !!

So on day four I crossed town to meet up with my fellow travellers for the next couple of weeks with the aptly named Intrepid Travel tour of Morocco. Quite a relief to discover that we are only a group of 5 – Myself, a male kiwi mountain biker, 2 female 70 ish Aussie school chums and our local tour guide Atman. An introductory dinner, an early night before we head out from Casablanca not a moment too soon !!