Leaving Ouarzazate, we wound our way up into the high Atlas Mountains. Wonderful if you do not suffer from car sickness-or bus sickness, which it seems I do.
After grabbing incoming wasps against the window with tissue paper, it was necessary to put the squashed wasps in the bin at the back of the bus. Which for some reason made me feel even more queasy, so I did not really appreciate the wonderful mountain scenery.
At one point we were 6500 ft above sea level, with spectacular views of barren mountains.
A shortish trip luckily, and we are now ensconced at the beautiful Le Meridien N'tfis Marrakech Hotel.
The gardens are beautiful, with fountains in the 30-35 degree heat.
We chose not to do the optional tours, so it is nice just to relax and do nothing for a change.
In a previous post, I was reminded by someone that it is St Pancras, not St Pancreas. Probably my hypochondriac side kicking in.
Also it is K'sar, not K'sir.
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