After careful study of my map another fairly random decision was made to head towards the small town of Beni Tajjite along a piste and then head north from there along some interesting looking pistes north to the town of Missour.

The piste all the way to Beni Tajjite didn't happen though as with no directions to follow I took a wrong turn at a major fork in the piste and ended up back on the sealed road after 40 odd km. This worked out well though as I stopped to give a guy a lift and thus began my second friendship with a Moroccan school teacher.

His name was Abdellatif and I stayed with him, his family and his good friend and fellow school teacher Hassan in Beni Tajjite. This was a really nice experience from really nice people. We had dinner, joined by Hassan who lives across the road, followed by a walk through the town to a local cafe where we had tea and talked with another group of school teachers.

These are a couple of pictures of dinner which is typical Moroccan food to break the fast at the end of the day during Ramadan. Harissa soup with coffee and an assortment of sweets.

After a good nights sleep in Abdellatif's house (with the landy safely stashed across the road in Hassan's sealed off land) I drove Hassan out to his school early in the morning. Both these guys were originally from Fez but had only been able to get teaching jobs in Beni Tajjite after qualifying as teachers. Their schools where they were both headmasters were over 20km away (in different directions) from Beni Tajjite so each day they had to be up early to try and hitch a lift.

Teachers are not too badly off in local terms, but a car is very much a luxury item in Morocco and not affordable at all. As Abdellatif explained to me, you get a free house, enough money to feed and educate up to two children but that's all. Anymore children and you will have problems financially and certainly no family holidays abroad. Most Moroccans can't afford to travel around a little of Morocco.