Whatever you’re doing I hope you’re having a good Eid and a good feed Abdullah, after our Ramadan a ding-dong in the Atlas Mountains.
Because I know that Abdullah, just like all my Muslim friends, has earned it after all that fasting.
I don’t know how they do it, and I don’t know how Abdullah did it as he whizzed around the Atlas Mountains.
On not even a drop of water or a water biscuit.
Fast and furious
There was water though, and when it falls in Morocco, it does so in epic proportions.
And as quickly as Abdullah swept the rain off his minibus window than Allah chose to drop more rain on it.
And all this while negotiating his way around the narrowest and highest bends with cliffs eroding and crumbling on us.
Quite what he thought of us piling into a chicken tagine while he starved he was courteous enough to keep to himself.
A light show in the sky
But Abdullah would have the last laugh only he was spiritually cleansed.
Because your favourite Travel writer took sick in the Sahara Desert.
And see a light show in the sky, complete with shooting stars, as I spent the night on the toilet seat.
Looking out above as there was no roof on the shack… and no flush either.
I’ll be coming round the mountains
And I was still paying for it the next day when my host Alice came looking for me in my tent.
And as punishment I had to ride my camel back to the minibus and back around those winding mountain roads.
The rains had abated though… Praise be Allah!
I would, of course, now go with my friends at G Adventures, while equally Sunway in Ireland pride themselves in being all over Morocco.