The Long And Winding Road - Moroccon Style

Just a bit of humour to lighten your day. In order for us to reach Marrakech we took a bus up over the Atlas Mts. The scenery was incredible with mud hut Berber villages clinging to the slopes. The road was one of the most impressive I have ever been on and we had a fabulous time looking out on the changing scenery.

However, I have the sneaking suspicion that Moroccons consider it the road from hell. It turns out Moroccons do not deal well with winding roads and suffer quite severe motion sickness that seems to afflict a good proportion of the population.

So the journey started innocently enough with gently curves, but soon enough the conductor was handing out small black plastic bags. Shortly after this the telling waft of spew started to inflitrate the bus. People were going down like flies, starting with the gorgeous little girl and mother in the back seat. When the smell became sufficiently strong the conductor would drip washing detergent down the aisle, which we thought made it worse.

Anyway we found the whole thing amusing, even if it was at others expense. Moral of the story is if you are taking a bus over the mountains in Morocco, sit in the front seat of the bus.