Shake rattle and roll.....lol!!!

So Pauline tells me we have to start from the very early start....730 am in the lobby- it is fair to say that tempo tours are not the most communicative bunch- we didn't know how when or where until very late in the piece- but due to Pauline's determination we found out that we were required by 730 in the lobby. So 730 in the lobby we were only to find out that we weren't being picked up until 8. Fine with us we could have some breakfast. We noticed another couple looking semi anxious - yes they were booked with tempo too. So anyway true to their word tempo arrived and we piled onto bus 1... Two hours later we were at tarifa- we then got off the bus and waddled through customs to get on the ferry for morocco - unfortunately we were required to haul our luggage with us and that was a little tiresome - but only a sniff of what was to come.....
The ferry crossing was easy - we were some of the last to get our passports stamped- and then by the time we got off the boat NONE of our tour were to be found!!!! Small panics set in- surely they would not leave without us?????
We stood around In blazing 34 degree heat until finally someone ( not from our tour) waved vaguely to an exit sign- so Pauline set off at a pace -Annie and I followed. We got to what looked like an airport tunnel - and people just started to wave us up - but I kid you not there were 70 meters of steep stairs - no lifts and us at the bottom with our luggage- Note: luggage weight has been a point of vast discussion and consideration this trip. Pauline and I sitting at about 17kg but Annie at one stage getting up to 26kgs!!! We were feeling a bit defeated - but Pauline channelled her inner mountain goat and started up - a young American woman took a bit of pity on Annie and was offering to assist - me - I just stood there garnishing strength- I mean it was hot man and steep- just as I was about to start- a man in a yellow jacket started waving at me and rushed over and SPRINTED up the stairs with my 17 kgs- he went back for Annie's - Pauline got some help half way up. So we got to the top - then we were ushered though more customs - still our tour no where to seen. Finally Hassain made himself known to us and we got on the bus ( bus 2). The rest of the tour group were somewhat surprised that we made it - we were a great point of interest and conversation- "how on earth did you girls get up there???" - I was so cross that they had not waited for us all I just let them think that we has actually maneuvered ourselves up- bastards!
Anyway I am determined to not be the last on the bus again! Annie had a small panic on the bus as she thought she had lost her purse - but luckily found.
Then we exchanged some money and got back on he bus for a full on LONG trip to Fez. It was a picturesque journey but full on. Sometimes reminiscent of the southern vales during drought season- sometimes like the flinders ranges. We arrived at our amazing accommodation by 7pm- it has been quite a day. The roads were small and winding the driving was determined and forceful- we were bouncing around like I don't know what!?!? ;-)
We saw a swillion ( official count) of donkeys- some fantastic side of the road earthenware and some very ramshackle buildings. It is also fair to say we have discovered where Mercedes cars go to die - very old rusty and full of people!
Anyway dinner in a minute - we very tired even tough we sat on a bus for most of the day!
Bye for now!