We were both feeling so much better, no coughs, no sneezes no French diseases !! Of course we celebrated in the only way that Shazza knew how, she took me for a walk, first to the Supermarket and then to the Central Market, oh joy of joys !! After our previous day’s visit to the Kasbah, followed by our ‘stroll’ on the beach and now our bit of retail therapy she let me spend the rest of the day doing what I have become so proficient at, getting horizontal on the sun chair, enjoying the afternoon sunshine, a spot of people watching with the odd moment, here and there, of indulging in moments of ‘Personal Contemplation’, so, as they say would say up in Yorkshire “Aye, it twer grand day“. I didn’t get off the hook totally, after our evening meal we washed the pots, then took an evening stroll along the promenade before returning to watch a DVD, ‘The Woman In Black‘. I have watched more DVD’s in the last few weeks than I have watched in a whole year in one’s former life, although in those days we did have a Television for company. Strange really, we cannot pick up any English-speaking television here in Morocco with our satellite ‘Dome‘, although we could if we had an 80cm, ‘Dish‘, we have been reliably informed by some of our fellow countrymen, who occasionally pass through with such instruments of modern technology. Some though have complained at the lack of any WiFi provision on site, although sorely tempted, I didn’t have the heart to tell them that not only did I have ‘Free’ WiFi, but through my small pieces of modern technology I could, if desired, also watch English TV or listen to BBC Radio, we do so enjoy listening to Chris Evans on weekday mornings or Steve Wrights Sunday Love Songs on a Sunday morning, but to have informed them of having these said facilities would have been churlish and only sounded like ‘Point Scoring’.
We had spoken with our French neighbours, Arlette and Gerard, about re-organising ‘Le Grande Tournament‘ but then both agreed that we would call it a ‘Draw’ and spend the hours that we would have done on the ‘Petanque’ battleground a little more constructively, like getting horizontal on the sun chairs, not together you understand, we havent as yet become that friendly !! I think that The truth of the matter was that they were actually running scared, they had seen that their ‘French infections’ had not killed us off and our recoveries relatively swift, yes, we ‘Brits’ are built of stern stuff. You would have thought that they would have learnt this from historical events, we suffered ‘Mad Cow Disease’ but still ate Beef and lived to tell the tale. However, not one’s to falter in our obligations we agreed to proceed with the evening festivities and requested their presence at the ‘Eric and Shazza‘ residence at 6pm for ‘Aperitifs‘ and ‘Le Nibbles‘, Shazza style !!
I am not sure what they were expecting, probably ‘Nuts and Crisps’ but they got a bit more than that, Shazza really did us proud and boy what a spread she put on. As you may imagine, after having already suffered from Gerard’s method of drinks measures, we kept him away from ‘pouring drinks’ duties. However, we did need to get to grips with our ‘Franglish’ so the bottles and the glasses didn’t stay full for very long and by 1:30am we were ‘trying‘ to dispose of ‘empties‘ in the large on site refuse bin as quietly as possible, well as you may imagine, we were not very successful with the ‘quiet’ part of our mission. I still cannot fathom out what can be so funny about the simple task of trying to walk, albeit ‘unsuccessfully’, in a straight line to a humongous green wheelie bin, opening the rather large lid of said bin, whilst trying to balance several bottles under one’s armpits, in between one’s knees and anywhere else that was available, then place said bottles inside the bin, without making a noise that would wake our slumbering neighbours. We failed miserably, but I am certain that the ‘Ssshh‘ noises emanating from our female counterparts were much louder than the crashing of our bottles on the bottom of the bin, but how did we know that the bin had been emptied earlier the previous day !!
As you may gather from the above evidence, a good night (and morning) was had by all !!
We awoke, at some point, the following morning, and yes we needed the sunglasses because it was another very sunny day, I cannot think of another reason why we would need them !! We decided to forego the morning stagger to collect the baguette, fortunately, Arlette and Gerard had decided they needed to do some shopping and so brought one back for us. I wish I could remember whether we did or didn’t actually do anything that day but seeing as I can’t perhaps it’s just best if we move on !!
At some point, apparently, I had agreed, that today (Saturday), we would walk the full length of the beach, barefoot, on the sand and paddling in the sea, have a picnic on the dunes at the far end, before walking all the way back again !! Well I guess if Shazza says that I said it, it must be true mustn’t it ? We packed our picnic and off we went, there is something quite relaxing just walking on the sand with the cool, but not cold, sea water running over your feet and hearing the sounds of the breakers crashing a few feet away onto the shore.
We were within striking distance of our goal, and more importantly, lunch, when a ‘Security Guard’ stood in a little wooden hut, signalled to us that we could go no further. I made my way up from the shoreline to where he was standing, radio in hand. “What’s the problem” I asked, “It is a Military Zone” he responded. He had a gun strapped to his Side so I didn’t think it was a good idea to try to argue the toss !! I asked if I could take a photograph of the dune, he said, “Do you have a Million Dirham“, “I don’t, but I will ask the boss” I replied, pointing to Shazza who was still stood down at the water’s edge. He looked at her and then turned to me with a big smile on his face and said, “She cannot have any money, she cannot afford to put shoes on her feet“. I liked this guy, firstly, he spoke excellent English, secondly, he had a sense of humour and thirdly, he had the gun !! Oh yes, and he let me take a photograph of this not very impressive dune, but seeing as I had asked and he had agreed, I didn’t want to disappoint him or sound ungracious.
So, we had walked all this way to eat our lunch only to be thwarted at the final hurdle !! There was nothing for it, we turned back and found ourselves a perch on the promenade wall.
Lunch duly consumed we commenced our walk back, we could have taken the easy route via the very nice, flat and smooth promenade with plenty of hostelries where one could have perhaps quenched one’s thirst, but no, ‘we‘ apparently ‘agreed‘ to walk back, barefoot, on the sand and paddling in the sea, it’s good for the calf muscles so I am told, by someone who wasn’t a million miles away from my side !! I am sure I could hear Dave’s muffled laughter from over my shoulder, it was alright for him, he was getting a free ride in my rucksack !! We got back to ‘Big Momma’ three hours and 12.3kms later !!
Later that evening, having spent the rest of what was left of the afternoon nursing one’s aching calf muscles, I managed to speak with Stacey and Dean via video Skype call. She was quite excited on receiving her ‘formal’ offer for the job in Australia. We discussed meeting up on our return before she departed to the other side of the world !! At least once she has re-located we can still video Skype each other, even if that does mean that one or other of us will have to be up at stupid o’Clock because of the time zone difference !!
Just by way of an update to a previous recent post ‘A Motorcyclist, A Robbery and A Good Samaritan‘. I hadn’t seen Klaas for a few days, the last time we had spoken he was taking his Motorcycle to a local garage that serviced, repaired and maintained the Police Motorcycles. I was surprised to find that his tent and Motorcycle had gone, it appears that he left without saying goodbye !! We asked for no repayment for the phone credit he had used on my ‘spare’ phone, we asked for no repayment for the cost of the call to the Netherlands he had made on my iPhone, we were happy to bring him, a total stranger, into our ‘home’ to provide him with the means to see and speak with his family in Holland and to make arrangements to receive funds and I was happy to spend a full day of my time assisting him with getting a crime number from the Police, so I would have thought a brief visit on his departure to say goodbye would have been ‘Just A Simple Matter Of Courtousy‘………………………….