Zagora was the blue dot

We stayed in Zagora for a few days. The camp site was set in a Palmerie and Himi, the friendly site owner, kept everything clean and tidy.

The weather was perfect and the palms gave some welcome shade when the temperature reached 24° in the middle of the day, falling to 9° overnight. Himi delivered a little home baked loaf each morning, still warm from the oven. It was irresistible and never lasted very long.

We used the motorbike to travel into town each day to do bits of shopping and often we had something to eat, either a late lunch or an early supper. At one café / restaurant we had bowls of home made soup served with bread and olives followed by huge freshly cooked omelettes and a bottle of water. The bill was less than £6 for us both.

As a general rule, we found the longer we were in a place the more we liked it. Zagora was a modern, sprawling town with an under cover market selling fresh produce, meat and groceries, most things could be found in there if you knew where to look. One day we needed to buy linseed, something our regular stall holder didn’t have behind his counter – so he sent a man to another part of the market and speedily returned with a brown paper bag of linseed.

A similar thing happened when we wanted to modify the outlet from our grey water tank on the truck. We spotted a plumber’s shop selling twin tub washing machines and asked the man in the shop. He couldn’t really understand us so he whistled and summoned another man from across the road. Man 2 made a telephone call and within ten minutes a young man in overalls on a scooter appeared. Both men got on Overall’s scooter and went to our campsite to see what was required. Within half an hour Overall had returned to the site with some parts and carried out the modification, which worked perfectly. The cost was £24.

There was a modern sign at the town border “Tombouctou 52 days”, the supposed time it took to get to Timbuktu, Mali on foot or camel along the ancient trade routes