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October 24, 2012 / samwilson60

Three in three – bosh!

Having fully got to grips with the various roads into Rabat and almost perfected our route around the city, we were at the Guinean embassy bang on time and had as pleasant a time there as the previous day. Pending the big boss’s approval, our visas would be ready by 14.00. Having ventured out of town the previous day, we decided we should see what Rabat itself had to offer. We were sidetracked by finding Wi-Fi on the street round the corner from the embassy, so did a little more on the Burkina hotel front then tried to wander towards the medina. We never actually got there but enjoyed what we did see of the city, while also locating a printing service in case we got the confirmations we needed from the various hotels we’d emailed.

Our Guinea visas were ready and waiting for us so before heading back out of town we quickly checked if we’d got what we needed to go back to the Burkina embassy. To our slight dismay we did, so we legged it down the road to the printer’s, sat as patiently as we could while the lady there coaxed her computer through the necessary and almost ran up the hill back to the embassy (far too hot to actually run). It was just gone 14.30, the cut-off time for most visa services, so we knew we were pushing our luck. Turns out we were pushing it more than we’d thought – they stopped taking applications at midday – but after lots of smiling and a few jibes they agreed to process us and told us to come back at midday the following day. Get in!

Back at camp, again, we tried hard not to revel in our success prematurely and instead set about creating a game of boules out of a handful of hacky sacks and a pebble. A welcome release but one that will take some perfecting.

The next morning, we packed up our fairly well established camp and headed back into Rabat one last time, hopefully. We waited a while for our Burkina visas but an hour or so later we were heading out of town for the final time, with three visas in three days – it really doesn’t get any better.

PS On previous trips to Morocco, we had thought posting a policeman on every roundabout was overkill – try four on every one around Rabat. They seem to be hindered in their traffic directing by the inevitability of being ploughed down and so do little to curb the African driving tendencies even in us Europeans, let alone the locals.

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