Beni-Mellal

8^th May 2011

Work over, we have just ended a splendid week of camping, boating and cave exploration with Carruthers’ first born; Errol, aged 5. During which Carruthers, missing the hounds at the Hall, rescued a small but eminently faithful hound with potential… and many ticks. He has been named Beni Mellal after the nearby town where he was imprisoned. Rather fortunate for him, as since then we have passed by a town called Tit-Mellal. So far he appears grateful for deliverance and is guarding everything we own with great gusto.

Currently, we are fulfilling Carruthers’ desire for flesh of the swine, and are making a journey north to Tangier where we will briefly enship to Spain (sans Rolls & Beni… in essence a pork cruise). This excursion will also circumnavigate the minefield of Moroccan bureaucracy concerning visa extensions, and allow us longer time to enjoy this beautiful land.

While in the north of the country we will take in the sights of Chefchaouen, the famous blue town situated at the foothills of the Riff Mountains. It will be doubtful if Carruthers remembers much about this trip after he forays further into the Riff. Must sign off now, Carruthers’ is calling for his chota peg (G&T I believe).

Chefchouen - the famous blue town of the North