As we drove from FES back to RAK, we started noticing “national security” officers every 50 m or so from Rabat on. Finally, we arrived at the rest stop, and I ask one of the guards--well I ask him in English and Italian and of course he knows only French and Arabic---Anja to the rescue again! (Poor Anja ---I hope she doesn’t have to tak for a month after this trip!)
The King is coming! Apparently, the King is driving to Marrakech today. And so are we. Are there is one road. We get to see the King!
Shortly after this time, the gas meter on the little Suzuki Celerio drops from 1/4 tank to EMPTY...and starts flashing! Panic. Two females, alone on a deserted Moroccan highway shortly before sunset, with no gas. Great.
At this same time, Anja looks behind us, and sighs, "Oh Shit! The King is coming!" His motorcade of 50+ Mercedes driving 200km/hr passed us as the police escorts screamed at us to get off the road. I was so flustered and sacred about the gas, to even think about my camera. So no picture of Hassan VI. Ben Guerir --the next gas station stop as we were driving already 20 m on EMPTY with the flashing gas light--that was scary!
Always an adventure...
