As I say, the transport was quite luxurious. A yellow Mercedes all the way from Marrakesh. Incidentally at the time it seemed like quite a seedy place. The market was full of snake charmers, hash sellers, people peddling Moroccan boys and girls and a train that got us to Marrakesh under the degenerate attentions of a perverted migit conductor.
We ended up locking ourselves in the compartment while Slev conducted negotiations for the sale of our ‘blonde boy’ – a colleague of ours whom a local had offered to purchase for a hefty price. Anyway we were headed for the town of Asni. The road wound through the Atlas mountains and across the valleys you could see the red mud villages of the Berber.
My companions in this picture were Slev (short for Slevin – shorts like the Union Jack) and Andy (short for Andrews- in the red shorts). Slev was known to be an extrovert and there are numerous stories of his exploits that are better left unsaid.