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| The noble steeds of team Dynamo Madame Sepia and team Porridge Cannons, with whom we formed a threesome on arrival in Morocco. We made it to Rabat by the evening, where we met "Hugh, Pugh, Barney, McGrew, Ian, Darren and Pete" and "the Gaffers" for the first time. SCR shared a bed for the first time. |
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General charging through Morocco with the aim of getting to Dakhla for Christmas eve. We managed to do Marrakech to Laayone in one day, although we arrived at 5 in the morning suffering strage hallucinations caused by having nothing to look at for 10 hours but a patch of straight road. By combining general confusion, the language barrier and a calculator to good effect, RD managed to negotiate special hotel rates based on the fact that we only needed the rooms for five hours.
The CliveMobile stated making a nasty screeching noice about an hour before arrival in Laayone, casuing us to open the bonnet in anger for the first and only time on the trip. It turned out the be nothing more serious than a pulley bearing, which shut up when we fed it grease. It rained quite a bit around this time, which made our campsite in Marrakech look like Wales. The CM's dodgy windscreen wipers, badly weld-splattered windscreen and complete lack of washer system reduced visibility to hilarous levels. At night, our badly set dip-beam headlights caused dazzled lorry drivers to flash us as we passed them, resulting in a few seconds of complete blindness for both parties, on roads often not quite wide enough for two vehicles to pass unconnected. |
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RJB, RD, and the hand of CE Christmassing it up on Christmas Day in Dakhla, where the temperature was somewhere in the region 30 degrees centigrade.
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The CliveMobile, shortly after erection of the SCR Christmas Attack Tree.
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A Christmas Day beach invasion. A large hole was dug out of general confusion.
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| Team "Sahara Gulls" make Christmas gestures on the road out of Dakhla. |
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| Our room* at the Dakhla campsite, post festivities. *"Room" on Moroccan campsites means "dubiously scented brick box with pieces of foam insulation for beds which is marginally more comfortable (though smellier) than camping". |
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| Back on the (increasingly sandy and decreasingly wide) road as we leave Morocco and head Mauritaniaward. The cabin is beginning to develop an amazing odour that will develop into something really quite special by the end of the rally. |
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