Fes to Ifrane

Louise is still not the best this morning but we had to get up early to catch the CTM bus at 0500 hours this morning. Sigh. Have I mentioned how much I hate early mornings? Though I must say that the CTM buses proved to be as comfortable and good as reported.

Ifrane is, well just plain strange. If it wasn’t for the locals you’d think you’d been transported into Europe.

We got installed into our rooms with very little fuss considering there is no map in the LP for this place. We’re up in the Middle Atlas to do some trekking but today we are just relaxing in a nice hotel watching BBC World News Mainly to give Louise a chance to recover.

I knew she was feeling a litter perkier when I heard a little voice from across the room pipe up.

‘You’ve gotta feel sorry for the poor bastard when the poor little f***** can not even tell what time of day it is!’

This stunning observation was in response to the rooster that sudenly decided to start crowing at 1500 hours.