The first we know about it, is at 3.45am. Mary-Ann looks at her alarm clock. I look at my phone clock. There’s an hour difference. Confused? We will be.
We’re on this really peaceful site. That’s because we’re the only ones on it. Edge of Zagora. Famous oasis town. Millions of palm trees everywhere. Our site has a few of them. They’re great shades. We need them. However, our blood’s simmering, soon to reach boiling point. There’s a marriage party on next door. It only “livened” up when we climbed into bed just after midnight. Every so often, there’s a false lull and we think TG. Then it starts up again. Drums and high pitched drunken squeels Clash. They’re trying to Rock the Casbah.
Apologies, that’s the best I can do after hardly any sleep. We decide to stay an extra night to recuperate. Make it an earlier one.
Rather than visit Mr Phut-phut’s shop, we decide to spend the afternoon poolside at the Riad Lamane Hotel, just over the road. “Road” as in raised baked mud walkway. A hidden mini complex that seamlessly blends in to the palm forest setting.
Later, we discover they’d put the clocks back to coincide with the fasting month of Ramadan. My phone auto adjusted. Mary-Ann’s alarm is analogue.