Frankie's Travels Day 5 - Desert wandering

As our white bus rolls on through these dry places, the passing scenery seems pretty much the same. Scrubby bush, rocky outcrops, sandy hillsides, goats and sheep and donkeys and mules and squat flat houses made from bricks of sand, hay and water (so the tour leader says)

The road route seems to be matched by a winding river grey sand. The desert sand is red and brown but the "river" is filled with grey gravel. How curious...

We have been driving in a southerly direction all morning. I have been sitting on thwarted east facing side of the bus. I am going to have on sunburned side of face... Oh Joy.

We have passed several pointers to caravan holiday resorts. I am sure it is a different style of caravan they refer to but I am struck by the amusing idea of my family having a caravan holiday like old days in the Moroccan desert... Wait a minute That would actually be kinda fun... If we could take the heat.