So why mention the weather?
I mention this since our next stop was for camel riding which we thought about but decided against.
There's something wrong with camel riding in the rain. Second, even though the wrangler had dry blankets to sit on when riding, the rain provided an intimate connection from camel to blanket to clothing.
Now don't get me wrong. Our group members who did ride the camels were uniformly pleased and excited when they returned to the bus with pictures on their cellphone cameras. But then, one after another, they started to notice a rather rank smell coming from their bottoms. Well, from their clothes, that is. For the rest of us, our politeness mostly disguised our quiet laughter. After all, what would you expect from a bus of Canadians?
By the time we reached the restaurant, the air had cleared and we were hungry. We were treated to a sumptuous meal of Moroccan couscous accompanied by music and dance. A trio composed of an oud player, a violinist and a tamtam player provided us music while we ate and, when our meal was almost over, a belly dancer joined the group. The meal wound up with a type of small cookie filled with what appeared to be peanut butter accompanied by mint tea.
Now picture this. Here is a group of retired seniors --- the oldest, 85 --- who had breakfast at 6:45 AM and, by 7:45 AM, were on the way to the jet-foil terminal. They'd travelled from Europe to north Africa, many had ridden camels and had just had a big meal. What do you think they might like next?
If you suggested, a nap, you likely would have gotten overwhelming support!