Motorhomes arrive at campgrounds. Then, in some obscure parody the automatic satellite dishes raise themselves from roofs, rotate a bit, and align themselves.

Except sometimes they can be a bit recalcitrant. Which then requires a bit of human intervention.

We were well above the snow line.

The Moyen Atlas is the next NE-SW aligned string of mountains to cross.

Lower than the High Atlas.

The walls contain soil.

We weren't quick enough to see what was being harvested.

Two and a half kg of it.

Should keep us going for a while.

It rained.

We were just a few km short of Volubilis which we visited on the way north.

Ruins of Roman town.

These are the storks on one of the columns of the basilica that everyone photographs.

Volubilis looks to have been a fairly wealthy town.

This is one room in the "House of Venus".

The columns to the right (the Gordian Palace) are ionic, with a base and scrolls at the top (rather than plain doric or fancier corinthian).

The town was probably Carthaginian / Phoenecian from 3rd century BC.

Then Roman from about first to third century AD.

An lived in for another 1000 years after the Romans withdrew.

Almost too many mosaics for us.

They were probably due for a clean as they are exposed to the weather.

Corinthian (with a base and ornate leaves at the top).

We were left wondering where the bricks came from and whether they were original or part of a bit of restoration.

The town was abandoned in the 18th century and stones removed for building in Meknes.

The Forum.

Opposite the Basilica.

The $1 entry didn't include a map and the guides were too much like hard work.

Industrial scale.

The dress changed.

Narrow streets, painted blue and white, on the side of the mountain.

Bread and colours for ?????

And clean.

From Camping Azalan there are steps down.

When we checked it was really 90 days.

And when we checked again it includes the first day.

So we headed to Port Tanger Med for our return to Spain.

A short pause while the truck was x-rayed - a very elaborate truck mounted x-ray machine.

We chatted to a couple of Hungarian Vets working on a "hunting farm" near Rabat.

Our aim was to go slow and recharge our batteries. Which we've done.

And enjoyed ourselves. We weren't too sure what to expect but Morocco has been one of the more diverse (terrain and people) countries we've visited.

We camped on familiar ground next to Lidl in Algeciras.