Diary Entry – 07th March 2023

A 9 hour trip home awaits…. and that is without any stops to see other bits on the way. I am not looking forward to it. The hotel and the breakfast were great and whilst i was trying to find a bin i could see Gee and Ness being dropped off so i wandered over and they had an ok time but not an amazing one. The camel ride was good but they were walking like they had a rough time on the camels. The driver had told us to be ready for 8am but the guy told us in the hotel he does that all the time and that there was no way he would be there at 8. SO we had breakfast and we were ready for 9:15 and we were still waiting. Because he was a bit whiny at the end of the day we wondered whether he would pick us up at all. He did turn however thank god.

You have never experienced stress until you are sitting on a mini bus with a 6 month old baby and he is having a melt down but like i have said before her never cried for more than 3 or 4 minutes. The thought of doing this drive was making me so anxious but every hour that went by i breathed a bit of a sigh of relief. WE stopped a bit further than Ourzazate. We literally sat with the maps on our phone so we could work out how close to Marrakesh we were. HOur by hour went by and it was only until we got close to Marrakesh and it was red hot and stuffy and we had been stuck on the back on the mini bus for hours that he had a proper melt down but we were nearly there.

The mini bus then dropped us at another taxi and we were camp bound thank god. I have never been so happy to get back to the camp. We got back and i set up the sun canopy up and the pop top and just let out the biggest sigh of relief. We went over the restaurant on site and had a couple of Casablanca’s and a pizza. I was just so emotionally drained. I could have cried at this point, i get so so stressed when the wee man cries. It just makes me so anxious. He was just glad to be back and be able to lie down and kick his legs about. That excursion was not suitable for him by any stretch of the imagination but at least now we can look back and say we did it.

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