I wanted to see if I could make a gif from this Jump shot, it was shot handheld so not perfectly aligned but it turned out ok! The Minion’s were part of on yer bike for brain tumours in Glossop, I took photos of Tracy’s class, you can see them here.
I’ve been saying Doe-ah but all the Mancs at MIA said Doe-ha. Then, the Yank flying the plane said Doe-ah, so, I really don’t know! But, I’ve made it to Doha International Airport, 7 hours flying done, a 4 hour layover and then 4 hours to Katmandu, when I get there is will be 11amish and I wont have been to bed . . .
There are some sleeping seats here but I think it best to stay awake, what a mess it would be to miss my onwards flight.
This airport is undergoing improvements, no doubt spurred on by the World Cup. Its not as bad as I feared, my eyes lit up at the sight of a Costa, there was no Salted Caramel latte so I made do with a hazelnut. The boy in Costa asked me if I could help him out by swapping a Scottish £20 for a Proper one (sorry Scotland!) I hope its a real Scottish and I’ve not been scammed, LOL!
I’ve bought a training video for my Sony Nex, need to get up to speed fast to get the most out of it in Nepal.
I did wonder what that funny icon on the selector dial was . . .
yep, its for panoramas! (click on image to open up full size). Hopefully I will be able to capture the Himalayas in full pano.
Suey and I do this all the time, generally I don’t do it in Manchester! Our friend Janet was surprised to see this public display of doll nerding by a grown up lady, but then agreed it was liberating 🙂
Our guide, Hammid and driver Rasheed collected us from our Marrakech Riad at 8am, for a 10 hour drive to the desert. There are four of us on our trip, myself, Trevor, Lynn and Nigel.
Our Journey took us over the High Atlas mountains via Tichka Pass (2260m.) to Ouarzazate. Here we enterd the Draa Valley, the largest palm grove in the Morocco, stretching for more than 100km along the banks of the River Draa. We pased through Agdz, Zagora, and Tagounit to reach Ouled Driss on the edge of the Sahara desert where we find ourself at a beautiful Berber Kasbah
The journey was longer than I might have wanted but we stopped 3 times. Along the way I tried another tea and still don’t like it, yuk. Later I had a coffee, my first since Mcr airport 5 days ago, it made my heart sing! The terrain was spectacular and ever changing, it made the journey easier.
My room here is lovely, all modern facilities and heating, there is even a pool!
Lucky for me Trevor and Lynn are both camera nerds. I was worried about being a nuisance by taking photos all the time but I am not alone. The bad news is that Trevor, as well as his Nikon DSLR, has a Sony Nex7 and worse still he let me have a fondle, this could cost me money, LOL.
MSR is currently working on in-room projects . . .
We said goodbye to Rasheed, tomorrow we get a new driver in a Landrover, he will take us almost all the way to our campsite and then drop us off with Hammid to trek into camp. “Please can my feet and all other bits of my body behave.”
It’s my last day on the Moroccan coast in the seaside town of Essaouira. I feel I’m all Done here, its been very pleasant but frankly I’m tired of all the Attention when I go out. Today I gave up and now find myself covered in factor 50 on the rooftop terrace of Maison du Sud killing time before my transfer to Marrakech.
As is my tradition when travelling I have a “small friend” in my bag. Usually I’m not afraid to whip her out in a tourist spot and enjoy a bit of doll photography. Well if a blonde ladylike me gets attention what the flip will the locals make of a Japanese fashion doll with blue hair? So MSR has stayed in my bag until I repacked this morning – here she is in the window of my room, there’s a big drop, we were both terrified!