Day 43 – Here’s looking at you, kid . . .

With eyes firmly fixed on the rubbly “pavements” we walk straight past Rick’s Cafe, so Sam never gets to play it again.

There’s a knack to driving Beastie on these crazy mixed up roads. Hold your ground. Ignore (to a degree) the tooting horns (usually meant as a polite warning) and like a ship being tossed in a storm, stay steady as she blows. So we create our own eye in the hurricane. Slowly moving from A to B. The whirlwind of cars, bikes, dockers, lorries, buses, scooters, taxis, coaches, pedestrians, horse & donkey drawn carts get on with what they do best. Slowly spin around us from all sides and angles. All amiably sucked alongside Beastie in an osmosis of slow-motion, before being shot out at full speed ahead.

We should have realised we needn’t have parked Beastie so far away from our first port of call. We discover a massive empty coach car-park backs on to the entrance to the Hassan II Mosque. We walk the 3K port-way road. Pass ultra modern developments, again left crying out for completion of footpaths. It’s as if they’re trying to juggle too many balls at once.

It’s hard to miss this mosque. It looks huge from the outside.

Our walk back finds us treated with an acrobatic display of strength and balance