La Boussole
M’Hamid El Ghizlane
Province de Zagora
Drâa-Tafilalet
Morocco
3 Nights
We had the pancakes left out for us for breakfast this morning, packed up, paid for the site and got ready to leave for another site only 10 minutes down the road. Then things turned a bit sour, when we noticed the little brush we used to sweep the floor out had gone missing. We were pretty sure we had left it outside last night along with our chairs and little table. After checking the van we have reluctantly and sadly drawn the conclusion it had been taken either late last night or early this morning. It’s just a brush and nothing important but we have fallen for this country and one or maybe two individuals have betrayed this. They have betrayed their own country. I’m still hoping to find this brush and feel foolish for writing all this but I doubt it.
On a much more positive note we had a great chat with a German couple who were travelling and film makers, so had some interesting stories to tell.
We left Carrefour des Nomades for a site just down the road and the other side of M’Hamid. After following the satnav that tried to take us around the town but meant we would need to navigate the dried riverbed we though better of and went back and went through the town. I’m not sure that was a better bet as the towns road surface was like a river bed only had the added people, wild dogs donkeys and carts to deal with.
We went as far as the tarmac (ish) road goes at Camping La Boussole. From now on the road is a sandy gravel track so tomorrow we venture a further 40 miles into the desert by 4×4.
We walked into the town to get some bread and Jo wanted to get a headscarf for our trip into the desert tomorrow and we found/got summoned into a shop selling scarves and other stuff. This sort of experience is nothing like buying at home but something we have become used to and it can often be a good time to find out about the local area and the people. We were in the shop a good hour talking to the young shopkeeper and among learning how to wear a Toureg headscarf we found out the river that runs through the town has been dry for the past 8 years.
We made our way back to the van with scarves, bread and a small tagine pot.
Update on the missing brush. We contacted the site owner who is Belgium. He reckons it was a wild desert dog 🤷♂️
