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Amazingly we seem to have lost the
nomadic sales team, cadeaux hunters and other annoying camp
followers. We seem to have finally "got away from it all"
although I am amazed when we come across a stone-built house in the
middle of absolutely nowhere, unoccupied, but where on earth did
they get all the materials from? OK, stone no problem, but
cement, window frames...!
Today the
road is very slow at times, occasionally requiring us to walk in
front of cars to guide the driver between rocks; the only downside I
have so far come across on TLC versus anything is the very long
bonnet (containing lovely 6-cylinder 4.2TD) which rather limits view
of ground immediately ahead, unlike VW with perfect vision.
One other slight disadvantage between TLC and Hilux is that latter
has leaf springs so no restraining bar to rear axle which costs us a
critical couple of inches ground clearance in centre of vehicle.
Mike gets
stuck on a rock, proceeding to power jack himself off it; meanwhile
camp followers materialise out of nowhere to vend their various bits
of tatty jewellery, Neolithic arrow heads, euro coins...
We pass
through Taoujafet, interesting watering
hole (in the literal sense) with cave paintings, to
Rachid where I tell some pestering bloke to
get lost only to discover later that he really is a gendarme and we
do have to register our arrival. Fortunately he is only a
junior and he was out of uniform so how was I supposed to know? |
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