Our first bus went smoothly enough, except a cow would not get out tof the road so the driver and ticket man had to get off and wrangle it out of the road.
Then we were stopped by the police on a drugs bust, who kicked off one guy.
Unfortunately after 5-6 hours on a bus I needed to poo. We stopped briefly in Rabat so I sprinted to the bus station loos. Here I encountered my mortal enemy, the stand up toilet. This time in flip flops.
I made my chosen technique, you will be pleased to hear all went smoothly.
I then did my best barter ever, maybe I'm better under pressure.
I put down one Durham and the toilet warden kicked off wanting more, so I slammed down one further Durham as hard as I could on his desk and gave him an icy stare. This seemed to work / terrify him. I then sprinted back to the bus just in time.
We changed busses in Casablanca, after some sneaky secret eating due to Ramadan.
We boarded our next bus with the help of a hustler were we were greeted by 45 minuets of walking market.
Every kind of market good was walked through the central isle like some kind of shit rip off catwalk. Everything from food and chocolate to rugs and electrical's were paraded for us.
Then after 15 minuets of travel we stopped to top up tyre pressure in one of the wheels. Suddenly every man became a mechanic and about 15 guys got off shouting and threatening the driver at the wheel.
Eventually the driver kicked off and just got up and left.
So now we had a shit wheel and an even angrier driver who returned to drive on.
Further on down the road one of the male passengers saw someone eating so went crazy trying to fight them and was spurred on by half the bus.
A young Moroccan girl who kept smiling at me also came up to give me her number without a word of conversation, well, you can't blame her I guess.
At the other end we haggled a taxi driver and after 12 hours on the road made it to Oulidia.
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