Back to the mountains

Back in Marrakech we still had one further job to do.
Go back to the village in the Atlas mountains where we spent Trish's birthday last year.
We still had one box of pens etc so we packed them into a rucksack, enlisted Jamal (our guide from last year) and set off for an eight hour climb to the village. It nearly killed us. After weeks sitting in a taxi we were so unfit. We gave the stuff to Brahim the headman of the village and our host from last year.
Next day we set off for the return slog back to Setti Fatma where we had left the taxi. It was on the return route that Trish learned a crucial lesson. If being passed by a donkey train on a very narrow path with a 400 foot drop on one side. Whatever you do, stand on the side away from the drop. Side swiped by the donkey's load, Trish teetered on the edge for a few seconds before recovering her balance. It was a very near thing.... she had all our money in her pocket and it would have been a hell of a climb down to get it back!
We are now in Marrakech once again for a little R & R.

ps

Big day yesterday.... the taxi was cleaned for the first time since the start of the rally to celebrate the clock turning over 200,000 miles.