We awoke at 5am for breakfast, then set off south with the magnificent kasbah overseeing our departure and the promise of the first rays of sun lighting up the tips of the snow peaked High Atlas drawing us on - what could possibly go wrong (apart from getting up before 5am - that's always wrong)?
After about 20 mins there was a loud bang, and Rob said "F****sh****rd", I may have said something similar. The foldaway roof of our car had chosen to fold itself away as we drove along, and we couldn't get it back on. We eventually abandoned our efforts to fix it and continued on our now very windswept journey, with t-shirts wrapped around my hands on the steering wheel to prevent hypothermia.
We were now even more eager for those first rays of sun to start lighting up etc etc, but after about 20 mins there was a loud bang bang bang. Rob said "F****sh****rd" and I may have concurred. An overtaking 2CV had thrown gravel up and shattered our windscreen. Two gallant Frenchmen stopped and helped us to remove the remainder of the glass, cutting themselves in the process (I think that this was deliberate so that they could show off their very impressive first aid kit). Others stopped to help and after some very nifty handiwork our back window was removed and taped up in place of the missing front window. A little more breezy now, desperate for those sun's rays, we were on the road again.
A few hours later, the sun was up, the t-shirts were off my hands, an we were traversing our last glorious stretch of mountain before heading off to the Atlantic coast. We had stopped at every petrol station we had seen but they were sold out of "sans plomb". . . we were very close to empty. Some more gallants, of varying gender and nationality, assisted and between us we got a syphon and someone else's petrol tank, and Rob got very dizzy trying to suck the petrol through the hose. Everything worked out eventually, the only result being that the spare petrol can I forced Rob to buy to put water in for emergencies now contains petrol for emergencies.
The barren field in the middle of nowhere which we will call "the campsite" was reached with no further major incident, and as we supped cold beer and heard that other cars had had accidents, failed brakes, and caught fire, we realised that ours wasn't such a difficult day.
After about 20 mins there was a loud bang, and Rob said "F****sh****rd", I may have said something similar. The foldaway roof of our car had chosen to fold itself away as we drove along, and we couldn't get it back on. We eventually abandoned our efforts to fix it and continued on our now very windswept journey, with t-shirts wrapped around my hands on the steering wheel to prevent hypothermia.
We were now even more eager for those first rays of sun to start lighting up etc etc, but after about 20 mins there was a loud bang bang bang. Rob said "F****sh****rd" and I may have concurred. An overtaking 2CV had thrown gravel up and shattered our windscreen. Two gallant Frenchmen stopped and helped us to remove the remainder of the glass, cutting themselves in the process (I think that this was deliberate so that they could show off their very impressive first aid kit). Others stopped to help and after some very nifty handiwork our back window was removed and taped up in place of the missing front window. A little more breezy now, desperate for those sun's rays, we were on the road again.
A few hours later, the sun was up, the t-shirts were off my hands, an we were traversing our last glorious stretch of mountain before heading off to the Atlantic coast. We had stopped at every petrol station we had seen but they were sold out of "sans plomb". . . we were very close to empty. Some more gallants, of varying gender and nationality, assisted and between us we got a syphon and someone else's petrol tank, and Rob got very dizzy trying to suck the petrol through the hose. Everything worked out eventually, the only result being that the spare petrol can I forced Rob to buy to put water in for emergencies now contains petrol for emergencies.
The barren field in the middle of nowhere which we will call "the campsite" was reached with no further major incident, and as we supped cold beer and heard that other cars had had accidents, failed brakes, and caught fire, we realised that ours wasn't such a difficult day.
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