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Published: April 17th 2014
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Well even though we had an early start, thanks to a damn chicken that had been squawking since 4am, we were still second to last to leave the campsite. Once under way it all went quite smooth, even when the mountain pass started climbing up ridiculously high. With 30 miles left we stopped at a small cafe for lunch, which had the most amazing view from the rear terrace. Once in Marakesh we hit traffic almost as bad as Fes, only this time round it was still daylight so you could at least see everyone. Got to the campsite in one piece, but my god it was busy, I have never seen so many campervans.
Next day we set about camouflaging the trucks in wet laundry which I think went pretty well. By then our taxi was waiting for us at reception, so we headed off in to town. Once there I showed the parents the Government shops and then walked down towards the Medina. This time round we didn't have a guide so it was a case of this looks interesting,lets head down there. I'll be honest, it didn't work too well all the time, but I saw a
hell of a lot of the city, from souks to open markets to random streets that looked more residential than touristy, but still it was all very interesting. After a lot of walking we stopped at "Le jardine de Medina", which was the most expensive place we have ever eaten at in Morocco, yet it was still cheaper than Pizza hut! Plus they let us in even though we were in jeans and t-shirts, while all the staff were all in suits, or to give a better example the wine was £6.30 a glass! But it was very nice.
Today was an easy 100 miles to the Ouzoud Cascades. We made the Campsite just after midday, so had lunch then decided to find the waterfalls. The guy in reception told us to carry on along the road until the end and ignore all the guys telling you to park in their car park, until you reach the last one, as he is a friend of the receptionist. Unfortunately I turned at the end of the road, thinking it was still the same road, drove over a rickety old bridge that was only big enough for one car at a
time, and carried on out the otherside of town. At this point we realised it was wrong and turned around. Once back in the town I parked up next to a load of campervans and started heading towards town, but a guy in the carpark told us it was 300m the otherway so we started walking across a picnic area in that direction. Now it was either his perspective of 300 meters or ours but we walked up to a river at what we thought was 300 meters but saw no falls, if anything the water was going away from the mountains so surely its upstream?
So we decided to walk up stream until we hit the town’s high street again. At this point we decided to follow a bunch of people who looked as though they were heading for the falls, but they weren’t. So back at the truck again I fired up the laptop and loaded google earth. With this I could see just where we were going wrong, and that the original guys estimation of 300 meters was more like 500 but we didn’t care, we had finally found the waterfalls! And No, the
falls were not up stream, but down, and my god they do go down. Something else that made me laugh, and showed we were not in the UK, was the distinct lack of any safety rails! As you will see from the photos, I stood at the top, on the edge, however many hundreds of meters up, taking photos and rock hopping to get to the otherside!
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