Suicide Donkeys

Today I was going to write about getting yelled at by a Moroccan police officer for not noticing his road block and flying past it, but it got degraded by a very cinematic moment in the Atlas mountains.

Let me set the scene: I was driving towards Er Rachidia and Rino had dosed off (I think its his hobby). The Benz was rolling about 80 in a 60 zone (end of a little village) when 3 donkeys and their owner decided to cross the street. I took me a little while to realize that the had actually decided to do so, because it seemed like suicide to me. I hit the breaks ... hard, and as we skidded towards the three donkeys Rino opened his eyes. We had no time to place bets, but judging by the size of his eye balls, Rino would have placed all his money on at least one dead donkey. I remember wondering what the going rate is for a donkey in Morocco. It was a moment of make or brake. The Benz came to a halt 1 centimeter (I kid u not) from a donkey. The donkeys didn't even blink. Business as usual for a Berber donkey I guess.

We have now driven 3200 kms and I am writing this while chilling in Hotel Riad in Er Rachidia. Tomorrow we will continue course towards the biggest Oases Allah has provided the world with.

Funny Fact, we just found out that there is a 2 hour time difference between here and Amsterdam. Tracking back its hilarious. We now realize that we left the campsite ridiculous early, went to bed ridiculous early and ate ridiculous early. It explains why the restaurants were always empty and why we were the first ones awake of the entire campsite (including the owner).