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So I phone down to Bhud who’s still having a drink with the others, “me legs broke” I say…………………….
The next morning I see Bhud and Paintman in the breakfast room and we discuss what to do. Paintman offers to stay back and help me do some ‘running’ repairs and we both offer to stay back and wait for Crapaud who has yet to obtain a visa and has to go back to the embassy again. The others head off for Marrakech and we try to decide what to do.
I strip the leg down and discover a couple of failed rivets, a not uncommon problem with my type of prosthetic. Now the receptionist was a helpful kinda chap so asking for his advice as to where we could find a garage/light engineering shop he co-opts the help of the doorman and Paintman and I find ourselves following him to a closed garage We must have looked quite a sight, Paintman carrying my leg, me on my crutches and the doorman in his uniform
As we walked / hopped away from the garage a guy came running over and there followed an unintelligible conversation between him and the doorman and then another long trek up a nice steep hill . We eventually entered into the basement of an apartment block and found ourselves in a saddlers Looking at one of the saddles on display I noticed it was held together with rivets – bingo 30 mins later and £5 down, my leg was as good as new (actually BETTER than new, they did a real good job on it ).
All fixed up, a lazy lunch was had, bikes were packed up, visas collected and Paintman, Crapaud and myself hit the M-Way to catch up the others in Marrakech
I don’t normally ‘do’ music on the bike but we were for once doing proper M-Way speeds, the sun was going down on wonderful scenery and we were on a mission – on went some banging techno and I was transported into another tripy world of streamer car lights and alien landscapes – fab . Having got a text from t’others that they were pitched up at an Ibis on the edge of town we soon found them and headed off to good ol’ Djemaa el Fna square. The cab ride there was a laugh to say the least as the driver carved here and thither on unlit streets – top fun
Ending up in the square we went for the full on ‘experience’ wondering around all the food stalls until one of the hawkers we came across was just a wee bit more persuasive than the others………………….
Time for grub
Our cook
The food was fab and we celebrated the end of another eventful day by having wet shaves in a small barbers on the edge of the square
Have to say, that was quite a day for me. When the leg went I really did think that was the end of the trip fo me, I never really thought I was gonna be able to get it sorted so easily and so well – thanks John, you were a star
2.45pm 23/01/10
“ A bit of catching up to do as it’s now satuday…………..Thursday, having gone through all the drama of sorting my leg we had to wait for Sid to sort his visa, he went of first thing, told it’d be ready in 10, 20 30 40, mins etc we eventually picked it up at 3pm after a lazy lunch in the sun. Meanwhile t’others were on their way having set off first thing – doing a mad dash on yet another M-way meant we got there only 30 mins after them. Unpacked, got mini taxis and did that Marrakech thang. Sat at one of the stalls, had mixed veg, lovely spinach dish – great wet shave in the same barbers I went to when last here with Amanda, everybody else seemed to think that looked like fun and ended up have a shave or a bonce cut ………………”
Andres
The next morning I see Bhud and Paintman in the breakfast room and we discuss what to do. Paintman offers to stay back and help me do some ‘running’ repairs and we both offer to stay back and wait for Crapaud who has yet to obtain a visa and has to go back to the embassy again. The others head off for Marrakech and we try to decide what to do.
I strip the leg down and discover a couple of failed rivets, a not uncommon problem with my type of prosthetic. Now the receptionist was a helpful kinda chap so asking for his advice as to where we could find a garage/light engineering shop he co-opts the help of the doorman and Paintman and I find ourselves following him to a closed garage We must have looked quite a sight, Paintman carrying my leg, me on my crutches and the doorman in his uniform
As we walked / hopped away from the garage a guy came running over and there followed an unintelligible conversation between him and the doorman and then another long trek up a nice steep hill . We eventually entered into the basement of an apartment block and found ourselves in a saddlers Looking at one of the saddles on display I noticed it was held together with rivets – bingo 30 mins later and £5 down, my leg was as good as new (actually BETTER than new, they did a real good job on it ).
All fixed up, a lazy lunch was had, bikes were packed up, visas collected and Paintman, Crapaud and myself hit the M-Way to catch up the others in Marrakech
I don’t normally ‘do’ music on the bike but we were for once doing proper M-Way speeds, the sun was going down on wonderful scenery and we were on a mission – on went some banging techno and I was transported into another tripy world of streamer car lights and alien landscapes – fab . Having got a text from t’others that they were pitched up at an Ibis on the edge of town we soon found them and headed off to good ol’ Djemaa el Fna square. The cab ride there was a laugh to say the least as the driver carved here and thither on unlit streets – top fun
Ending up in the square we went for the full on ‘experience’ wondering around all the food stalls until one of the hawkers we came across was just a wee bit more persuasive than the others………………….
Time for grub
Our cook
The food was fab and we celebrated the end of another eventful day by having wet shaves in a small barbers on the edge of the square
Have to say, that was quite a day for me. When the leg went I really did think that was the end of the trip fo me, I never really thought I was gonna be able to get it sorted so easily and so well – thanks John, you were a star
2.45pm 23/01/10
“ A bit of catching up to do as it’s now satuday…………..Thursday, having gone through all the drama of sorting my leg we had to wait for Sid to sort his visa, he went of first thing, told it’d be ready in 10, 20 30 40, mins etc we eventually picked it up at 3pm after a lazy lunch in the sun. Meanwhile t’others were on their way having set off first thing – doing a mad dash on yet another M-way meant we got there only 30 mins after them. Unpacked, got mini taxis and did that Marrakech thang. Sat at one of the stalls, had mixed veg, lovely spinach dish – great wet shave in the same barbers I went to when last here with Amanda, everybody else seemed to think that looked like fun and ended up have a shave or a bonce cut ………………”
Andres