Our first full day in El Quoatia was a lazy one. Breakfast sat in the sunshine was followed by a short 10 minute walk into town. Niki bought a pair of Nike trainers, at least they were a good copy of Nike’s, but at €18 obviously not the real thing. I took the opportunity to have a haircut, at one of the many barbers in town, it was a super, professional cut and at just €2 five or six times less than I would have paid in Europe for an average trim. After a leisurely coffee, taken Al fresco, and buying some huge steaks. we returned to the campsite, where we sunbathed for the rest of the afternoon.
We lit the barbecue, Niki cooking the steaks to perfection over the hot coals, washed down with a couple of glasses of red wine, the end of a perfect day.
Over the next couple of days we relaxed, ate fish, bought from the local fishermen, cooked on the barbecue, walked along the beach, Niki and I taking dozens of photo’s. We discussed plans for moving on, Niki and I were keen to visit some of the places we had seen on previous trips, Gillian & Godfredo happy to travel along with us.
Leaving El Quoatia we travelled first northeast, back to Guelmim and Boulzakarne, then east towards Tata. Our plan was to stopover in a campsite about 30 kilometres along the N12 road from Boulzakarne, however when we reached the campsite it had closed down. We decided to wild camp somewhere further along the road rather than look for another campsite. We had only driven a few kilometres more when Godfredo flashed his lights and pulled over, he had a problem. For some reason Godfredo’s engine had gone into emergency mode, he could only crawl along at about 20 kilometres an hour. He said a warning light had come on, then the engine died. After a few minutes we tried to restart the engine and it fired up first time, running normally it appeared. Worried that it could be something serious and the fact there was little in the way of large towns until we reached Tata, some 200 kilometres away, we decided to turn back towards Guelmim, where we hoped we could get help if needed. It was getting late and we agreed to head for a campsite, at a Thermal baths, that Niki and I knew on the way. We reached the campsite in Abaynou without further problems, set up camp and settled down for the night, tomorrow would be soon enough to sort out Godfredo’s camper.
The weather was perfect when we woke the following morning, we all agreed to stay for another night. During the day we walked into the village to buy vegetables and have coffee. Niki and I then went for a longer hike into the nearby rocky hills.
Godfredo’s camper started first time and ran well, with no signs of any problems. His vehicle books gave the addresses of Iveco dealers in Marrakech and Agadir, both places we planned to visit over the next couple of weeks. Rather than go to a small garage with mechanics having little knowledge of his vehicle Godfredo decided to take a chance and continue on our planned route and have the motor checked out in Marrakech. The drive to Tata was both beautifully scenic for us all and uneventful as far as Godfred’s camper was concerned.
The Municipal campsite in Tata was full to bursting point, but the guardian said we could park in front of the swimming pool complex next door, we did, and were soon joined by several more campers including two English registered VW Syncro camper vans, fully equipped for off-roading. WE walked around the town wandering along the dusty alleyways and streets, taking photo’s before returning to the campers to prepare dinner. An old Renault van parked next to us, driven by a middle aged man and his partner, they said hello and seemed like a nice couple. We went off to bed an slept soundly until about 1:30 in the morning when we woken by shouting and doors slamming. The couple in the Renault van were have a heated argument, the side door being repeatedly opened and slammed shut. I’m sure the ruckus woke everyone, the guardian appeared after 15 minutes or so and told them to shut up or move off. It quietened down for awhile, but over the next few hours the argument would flare up again, we didn’t get a great deal of sleep.
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