Articulated Lorry in Farnham

For the drive into Marrakesh Colin must be actually following the speed limits. The police out here must have got a bulk discount on radar guns as they are everywhere and so far we have been lucky. We arrive on the outskirts of the city and the group bomb bursts toward their intended hotels. The Chester Hawlers hire a moped drive to take them to theirs and Wrong Way Down and the Germans where last seen disappearing down a side road. We head confidently on. The maps are looking a bit iffy but it cant be that hard can it?

We break the walls of the old city and at least 6 kinds of brown and sticky breaks out. There are vehicles everywhere and its suddenly got dark. We start travelling down streets that are just 2 car widths wide, which is allright till you realise that there are people, mopeds and oncoming vehicles as well as donkeys and cars and stalls. We are both starting to get rather nervous. We finally come to a halt when we hit a dead end and have no idea where we are. Colin talks to some locals who assure us our Jidy is just round the corner and they will take us there. Chris stays with the car to watch it and try to fix the mirror that got damaged and Colin takes his phone. Chris is feeling very exposed. After a bit Chris gets out and leans against the vehicle to take in the atmosphere and see if it is that iffy. The mass of humanity in a confined space is threatening especially when we don't speak the language and have been running for hours seeing very few people.

Colin comes back after 20 long minutes and says that there is no parking at the hotel and it is a dump. The guides (scrots) that had shown him the way are trying to assure us that we can leave the car where it is and will help us take our bags to the hotel. Just about every possible holiday horror story is running through our minds at this point and we decide to make our excuses and leave which is easier said than done. After much bollocks and gusto (and 12 euros) we start moving. The locals aren't the happiest with only skinning us for that and travel down the street hanging of the back of the car. Needles to say we don't stop and accelerate like a scolded cat. Whilst doing this the car is blue with expletives as Colin explains that some of the toilets we have seen on the way down would seam more appealing to stay in rather than our "hotel". We are yamming it round the streets till we see a suzi 4x4 and it is decided that we will follow it. Eventually we find the city wall and a gate out and Colin doesn't need telling twice, we gun it. We are now heading out of town back towards Cas and give Dean a call to find out where they are staying as "sod this for a game of soldiers" rules now apply.

Driving round the Medena is like taking a double trailer articulated lorry through Farnham at rush hour with out signs and ending up travelling the wrong way round the one way system.

Dean explains that the moped driver they had took them down all sorts of back streets and he had to put his chain back on at least 3 times before the guide gave the moped to a random and got in the car with them to show them the way. When they got to the hotel he tried to charge them for a new chain! So from the sounds of it getting to theirs is going to be a poop sandwich. We fall back on the Ibis hotel that we saw on the way in. I dont think either of us have ever been so please to stop and get out of a car in a well light area. We bowl in and grab a room, that we have to check out first as we currently trust no one. OMG it is like heaven and we can both completely recommend staying in Ibis when travelling. It only cost £5 more than the other place and we have a secure car park, shower and free wifi. Chris should have been posting more blogs but has been doing things like uploading pics or being a tourist. What an end to an Xmas eve! Well we cant go to sleep yet..... what else can we do?