We spent most of the day in the hotel to my disappointment. To start with the boys wanted a lie in to about 1100 and then we were faffing for a bit and also did some washing of pants, socks and t-shirts. There are more interesting things to do when you're in marrakech than your boyfriends washing. Oh well, it's partly for my benefit as well as they would be a bit wiffy otherwise.We also rang the ambassador to get him on to the hospital for the documents. He didn't pick up as obviously he doesn't work on new years day. We're getting a bit peeved with the hospital really. We've gone to great lengths to sort out this ambulance for them and we asked them for these documents about a month before we set off. They had enough time to sort something but they didn't. Then they went home on saturday when we sat locked up in the compound in customs not caring the slightest. We have been toying with the idea of carrying on with the rest of the group and donate the ambulance to the Royal Victoria Hospital in Gambia instead. I mean, although Gambia is richer than Senegal they're still a poor country compared to Britain. We'll see. I've got loads of fake faxes from dad now that he sorted together with my friend Jenny. I'm so grateful to them for all the work they've put into this. We've got four different documents, two from NHS and two from the hospital in dakar. One says ambulance and one says we're bringing medical equipment but not that we're an ambulance. We're going to cover up the blue lights and all the stickers saying ambulance. Hopefully then we won't have any problems. We'll say it's a camper van and smile! (A bit like in that Swedish film "Repmånad" where they paint helicopter on the side of the truck and pretend it can fly over the broken bridge!)We went into Marrakech in the evening and it was very nice. We walked to the main square where we were last night and had food at the same place, only fish this time. I am utterly fascinated by the poop-bags they have behind their horses. It's quite common with horse and carriage here as a touristy way of getting around, a bit like the rickshaws in London. Behind each horse is a plastic poop-bag to collect waste from the horse, so clever!We didn't buy anything at the market more than food and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. Now, that was by far the best orange juice i've ever tried! The oranges are ripened on the tree and picked not long before they are squeezed. Fantastic. We're leaving at seven tomorrow to go up in the Atlas Mountain so time for bed now i think. (Publicerat av Owe)

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