Missing the Drop

Finally managed to get the photos on disk AND find somewhere to post them. Unfortunately, they're in no particular order as Will hasn't mastered the uploading procedure yet.

Well, back to the painted rocks... you'll see from the photos that Will acquired a friend - I'm not sure how this occurred but it followed him for the whole trek (even the getting lost part).

We left Tafraoute the next day and headed south east into the desert, having hired a jeep. Hassan - at the wheel - looked after us extremely well, getting us in - and out - of the desert and kept Will happily supplied with mint tea (the local brew). Being in the middle of nowhere meant that Will had to camp but he managed admirably under the fourteen blankets we were given.

Since then we've crossed over the High Atlas and have now made it to Marrakech. I've been happily getting lost in the souks while Will has perfected "do you have the rugby on" in French.

Off now to see dead snakes in a basket being 'charmed'.