All aboard....
All aboard...no...not the express, I dont think it goes where im going......
To the hills....bu first....
An overnight in a traditional riad in the city....certainly provided entertaining driving experiences for dad, even more so getting down the fidgity lanes just about wide enough for a car and crazy people meandering everywhere.....all part of Moroccan life....or death I suppose if you get your timing wrong....
Off we go on the long and winding roads over the High Atlas.....
colourful mountains of the Atlas range
more Atlas.....
a greenhouse in the Atlas....no....its part of a palace....
use your imagination....a train of camels....the opening credits to
Lawrence of Arabia....although Arabia is distant....talking of which, the music
was written by Maurice Jarre....a French geezer and father of....
Jean-Michel Jarre....
up and down the squiggly roads...every corner had a rock seller.....they would stand innocently on the side of the road and at the last minute jump out, arms aloft, palms open, showing crystals inside rocks....if you stopped the car for a minute from absolutely knowhere they would come running....
These are the monkeys fingers rocks....no comment....
im not saying dad got in my light....but....dad got in my light....so I am saying it...
at Tichka....top of the pass.....
when youve got to go....youve got to go....
this is the end.....till I go again....im going again....
