We had problems
overnight with the fridge – the Spanish bottle is supposed to be
propane which we deliberately asked for because butane tends not to
work properly in low temperatures – and it gets quite cold at
night. However we suspect we've been given butane in a propane bottle
as the burners are failing to relight and the warning is reading low
gas pressure. But if we don't open the door it should be okay – and
we'll use less gas of course.
Once the sun came over
the hill the temperature shot up, this time with little wind and it
turned out even warmer than the last couple of days so not a lot was
done. One of the group is keen on cooking so produced pizzas for
everybody for lunch, although it ended up quite late as lunchtimes
go.
Being open scrubland,
the area is commonly used to graze animals and a herd of goats passes through
every day, driving the dogs nuts. Today we had a couple of different
visitors:-
Initially quite
amusing, eventually they became a nuisance but a local did show us
how to drive them off – straight towards some French motorhomes.
Er, oops, sorry (hee hee, or rather hee haw).
Mid-afternoon we walked
into town with friends Derek and June, who had not yet had a proper
look and mooched around for an hour, chatting with various locals and
a nice lady from the argon oil ladies cooperative, which is exactly
what it says, a group of Moroccan women working together to produce
the various varieties and uses of this national product.
We plan to move on
tomorrow so before it got dark we packed up all we could, ready for a
reasonable start in the morning.
P.S. We've finally
managed to catch up with the blog, due mainly to rather poor
internet. Hope to do better and also include more photos as we visit
places we've not been to before.
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