The premium bus lines in Morocco aren’t quite up to Argentina’s luxury standards, but decent nevertheless. The enjoyment of the luscious springtime landscapes is somewhat tempered by the sound of passengers hurling in plastic bags. Between the twisty mountain lanes of the High Atlas, and high-speed overtaking on 1.5 lane roads, it can be an unsettling ride.
Halfway between Marrakech and the seaside at Essaouira, it’s time for the usual ‘quinze minute’ rest break. The missus couldn’t resist the charms of this Moroccan super-plucker, playing furiously underneath this highly relevant information.
Every rest stop poses a question: Can you risk that fresh-squeezed orange juice, or espresso shot, knowing the next loo might be two hours away?
