The wonderful helpers in Morocco

We ventured a little further into the Atlas and are now near Marrakesh/Marrakech.

I will probably describe the city separately; this should once again be about the great experiences we had in Morocco.

We stopped briefly while driving and Christian then checked the brakes because he had readjusted the handbrake a little at the last stop. The result wasn't great because the rims and tires were overheating when I realized that the brake on the passenger side was probably tight.

That didn't add to the amusement at first, since Christian had discovered before the departure why Palumbi was leaning and the door was now stuck, because a beam had separated from the weld seam and an important screw at the bottom of the steel beam was completely missing... That was devastating enough, we actually wanted to stop at one of the numerous welders on the way. BUT it was Sunday, the workshops were all closed...

So we made a stop so that the tire and brake could cool down, Christian then hopefully loosened the brake with the hammer and then we went to Marrakesh. However, we didn't drive through the city, we went straight to the campsite.

It's called Manzil la Tortue and it's a little gem.

Why do I say this so simply? We met someone who had also stopped there, who had already given us the duct tape in Zagora to repair Palumbi. Unfortunately we didn't exchange numbers this time either, but in Morocco you might meet three times! The good man was a master car mechanic by profession, so when Christian started working on the brakes, we were flooded with tips and the WD40, which we don't have with us because it's empty. The tips and help helped Christian to disassemble the brake, check the brake cable and discover that metal was already braking on metal.

So on Monday, when the helper had unfortunately already left, we actually had to go shopping and find someone who could make us a brake pad that fit. BUT here the Morocco factor comes into play again, because when Christian asked about a possible workshop here, the offer came straight away that an employee could call a friend with a workshop.

Now one or the other will definitely say, sure, BOKRA, tomorrow, it won't take and won't take anything, BUT the opposite was the case. The workshop owner came to our place, looked at everything, made the extremely sensible suggestion of replacing the other brake pads as well, then Palumbi was also hoisted onto a trestle with the second side and the parts were packed up for revision etc.

Today the man came back with his helpers, the brakes were reinstalled, everything was checked and the welding work on the caravan was even carried out ON SITE. I'm really excited, it was pure Morocco again. There is always someone who knows someone who can help. I think that's really gigantic!

I wasn't able to help much myself, I then went shopping, even though we could eat here in the hotel, then I discovered a tailor, to whom I gave the order with all my hands and feet to make me a new treat bag from a truck Plan makes. I was delighted to receive it today.

To celebrate the day there were a few cocktails, this time WITH alcohol, which of course have a certain price in a Muslim country. There was something to celebrate because now hopefully we don't have to worry so much about our Palumbi anymore!