Precision work is required.

30.01.23 Ouzoud - Marrakech: I want to start today with the end. We reached our campsite Le Relais de Marrakech shortly after 3 p.m. We had booked in advance, otherwise there would have been no chance of finding a spot here. But even so, it wasn't quite easy, at least not for some of our motorhomes...

The dilemma started right at the gate, when a man welcomed us and showed us the way. But later it turned out that he wasn't an employee of the campsite at all. So we obediently followed the given path, which became narrower and led to the left, then to the right, past parked motorhomes in front of which campers sat drinking coffee, doing laundry, or playing with their children. And we continued, like a caravan in search of an oasis.

Now it would fit the picture if the sun had set, but we didn't continue for that long. Eventually, a real employee stopped us and assigned us an area where we could park our motorhomes. Ricci got out and assigned each of us a spot. This was often not easy because there are a lot of trees and bushes here. So it took a little while for everyone to find their piece of land. This is where we were supposed to stay for the next three days - the first person had already turned on their engine again after three minutes. And suddenly there was movement in the whole fleet. Taillights came on, passengers waved and shouted... I got out because I wanted to know what was going on. Angelika came towards me. I could see the horror in her eyes: "We can't stay here, no, absolutely not. Those big things there..." By the big things she meant the trees. I thought she was afraid they might fall over. Was there a storm warning that I hadn't heard? "No," said Angelika, "we don't have television!"

No television. That was the reason for the panic that was spreading faster and faster. Wherever I looked, roof antennas were buzzing, motorhomes were maneuvering ten centimeters back and forth, or were changing places altogether with furious comments. Martin and Angelika had the least luck, they searched and tried for a long time, only to realize in the end that they wouldn't be able to watch television tonight. Then Volker came, climbed onto the roof of Martin's motorhome, adjusted the LNB of the roof antenna by a few millimeters, climbed back down, and went to cut vegetables for the spaghetti bolognese we were having in the evening. Because I'm always very mean to Volker, he invited me. He hopes that I will behave better, he mentioned in passing. I told him that an invitation is not enough. By the way, Martin and Angela can watch TV tonight.

So: All's well that ends well. It was a relaxed drive from Ouzoud to Marrakech. The three days of rest did me good. I saw a lot of new things again. We had already set off at 9 o'clock and there were incredibly many children on their way to school. But that hardly changed in the next few hours. I wonder: When does school start in Morocco?

The closer we get to Marrakech, the more the traffic increases. The houses become more modern, neater, simply more urban. When we get out at our destination, we notice that it has gotten significantly warmer. No wonder, says Ricci, we are now only at an altitude of over 400 meters. We spent the last night at just under 1000 meters. We sit in front of our motorhomes in t-shirts and enjoy the afternoon coffee. Tomorrow we will go to Marrakech for a first visit with taxis - that will be exciting!