DC XI - day 2

There was another debate at breakfast about the appropriate wear for today - should we don the team uniforms? We were still only 8 today as, although Nigel was now with us, Richard was having a day off. Those like Jas and Keith who had put the team shirts on for the second day in a row, objected to the prospect of waiting till tomorrow to have the team photo taken, as that would be the 3rd day in a row that they had the same smelly shirts on, so the rest of us relented and, so here we are at Royal Marrakech:

It was a lovely, but fairly tight, tree-lined course - similar in places to Rosemount. We came across what seemed like a mock minaret, and we looked up and noticed a huge nest at the top, and what should we see but two big storks going at it hammer and tong!:

Just ahead there was some frantic activity going on in the trees - Keith had grounded his buggy and couldn't get it moving again - shades of the last Iberian Cup:

I was playing with Jas "Scarface" Bhagrath who was, by now, beginning to show the signs of his mishap with the kerb the previous evening. As the days wore on, the scars and bruising became ever more prominent until he was definitely suitable for a role in the next Bond film, but this is an early indication of how he looked:

On the way back from RMGC I took some street photos from the bus:

There was a slightly delayed presentation to today's winner, Dick: