Kinetra

By the time we arrived at Kinetra, the traffic was ridiculous. Or maybe it was always this busy? The trusty sat-nav directed us right through the crazy busy, old part of town, before declaring 'you have reached your destination'. 
Really? I don't think there is a camping place on this street and, judging by some of the looks we were getting, the locals didn't think so either.

'You have reached your destination'

A couple of adjustments and a lucky guess later, we found the site on the main road and, with no small amount of relief, checked in. The site at Kinetra is pretty basic, just a big car park for the most part with less than desirable facilities, so I was surprised to find several motorhomes that were clearly setting their stall out for a long stay. 

We spoke to two dutch guys who told us they were staying until the end of March. I didn't see the appeal myself although we stayed a couple of nights in an effort to ease our selves in to Morocco.

The following morning we set off for a walk in to town and were soon amongst the hustle and bustle of daily life. Almost every square foot of street frontage had a small shop selling everything from live chickens, to part worn spare tyres.

Unfortunately, I hadn't taken my camera as at this stage of our Moroccan trip, I was still convinced that if I took a picture of someone, I would be robbed, then kidnapped, never to be seen again. The images above are taken from the dash cam, filmed in the safety of a very locked van!

We made it as far as the newer, more modern, part of town and the contrast was startling. It was just like any busy high street, anywhere in the world. What a contrast. Talk about two worlds colliding. I wondered what the future held for the small, old fashioned street dealers in this very progressive city.

The next morning, we paid for our stay and headed for a site at Meknes.