Derek's Travel Blog

We've driven all day to arrive at a very dusty and windy Ouarzazate at the Gate to the Sahara. Staying in a Charming Riad but the howling winds make it sound like someone is constantly trying to open the doors and windows to the bedroom.

Ouarzazate ("War-za-zat") is the Moroccan "Hollywood" with studios around the town.

Not sure what the plan is but dinner and a nap would be great. We were doing great with the ride until we stopped at the overlook to  the town and out of the ground (literally) crawled two very drunk old  men; one carrying some sort of half-alive lizardy-thingy and the other
with a box.

Remember these men were drunk (or perhaps stoned on the "happy cakes" sold here) and the one with the box proceeded to open it and puledl out a tangled mess of unhappy King Cobras.

I glanced over and he was chasing one towards the car while staggering behind it.

By this time I realized that the Doc and Michael had had enough and  were already in the car and ready to go.

I got no pictures.

We left.