Friday 28th N’Kob – Mesouga
I did two hours on the bike Av Heart rate 71% 19.8 Km/Hr
the sand dunes at Mesouga – not overcrowded
Lynne cycled from the house for about an hour and then I took over cycling for two hours. It was hard work as it was windy and hot. The scenery was stunning.
After the ride we were both tired and not sure of where to go next. We wanted to visit the dunes at Mesouga but were worried about the touts and tourists. Over a coffee we realized it was decision time, my hip hurt and the thought of the tout capital of Morocco was depressing. We tried phoning places to stay but were unsuccessful. It is in this type of situation that I would run away. Lynne on the other hand felt she could cope with annoying humanity so we headed for the crowded desert.
Each hotel had an individual piste that was up to 10Km from a tarmac road. I can also become paranoid and unreasonable if I am asked to do something I do not want to do. So when I could see evidence of rain in the past, the mud had now set like concrete in the sun, I suggested we were heading for a wet Glastonbury festival. I could see the late John Peel in shorts and wellies wading through the mud and our car having to be towed out. There was a small cloud in the Saharan sky it was obviously going to rain!
We arrived at a mud hotel that was beautiful on the inside. We went for a walk in the dunes to watch the sun set. This was a little disappointing as there were a few clouds. We did however have the best meal of the holiday and set the alarm for 5:30 and prayed for a clear sky for the sunrise in the Sahara. We intended to walk into the desert before it got light.