It's now evening in Casablanca, we have settled into a nice hotel just outside the medina, and the bikes are locked up securely.
I'm sore, really sore. Apparently you don't bounce as well when you are this age (hold the wise cracks). Ankle, leg, hip, back, shoulder, throat - it all hurts. Loaded up on inflammatories and we will see how I pull up tomorrow morning.
I'm giving the guys the silent treatment. Mainly because my throat hurts to talk or swallow; and also because they are making some unkind and hurtful comments about my riding ability. 😜
It's going to be a pretty quiet evening. We will probably have a few (non-alcoholic) drinks at the bar next door and then retire early.
We are a bit undecided about the route tomorrow as both Marrakech and Agadir beckon. Perhaps a flipped coin will decide.
