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Hash, Stoned and high….

Posted by on 7, May 2015 in 2015 - Iberia and Morocco, Morocco, North Africa, Taffy | 0 comments

Hash, Stoned and high….

Calm down, its not what you think… The Atlas mountains are huge, you can be driving at 1800m and be at the bottom of a valley growing corn in 30C temperatures whilst snow covers the top of the mountains in the distance. They really are monster mountains! You may recall that Linda had always wanted to go to Morocco, which once you see the size of these mountains and take into account lindas fear of heights you may well ask yourself why she wanted to go. Coming down the pass towards Fez the road clung precariously to the side of the mountains and Linda clung to the arms of the chair and...

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I shouldn’t really tell you this…

Posted by on 1, May 2015 in 2015 - Iberia and Morocco, Morocco, North Africa, Taffy | 0 comments

I shouldn’t really tell you this…

Essaouira Essaouria We’ve now turned around and begun heading north back up the coast of Morocco after going as far South as The Western Sahara desert.   An area that our friend Richard (we’ve  changed his name to ensure he won’t track us down using nothing but his all powerful computer program known as “Cuckoo” and kill us with a Vulcan death grip) told us that you couldn’t go to within 1000kms of without armed guards (look out if you’re going to the Canaries as that’s way too close and they’ll easily pick you off with the poison darts...

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A Real Super Hero

Posted by on 1, May 2015 in 2015 - Iberia and Morocco, Morocco, North Africa, Taffy | 0 comments

A Real Super Hero

‎Our friends Jacques and Mandy once told us there are blue and pink jobs in life and one of the blue jobs is fixing things.   So, when anything in the van breaks, I get my ‘fix it’ kit out and try to, well, fix it!   Recently I was in the loo and I heard Linda cry out “Oh no!” Worried I called “What’s the matter” “My coffee machines  broken!” she replied distraught. Linda, as many of you will know is a fully paid up member of Caffeine Aholics.   (Once when we had to drive to a port in the USA to ship our  Franki van home, we had to get up...

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A woman’s work is never done…

Posted by on 1, May 2015 in 2015 - Iberia and Morocco, EuroAsia, Morocco, North Africa, Taffy, Turkey | 0 comments

 ‎It certainly seems that way here! When we open our blinds in the morning the women are already out gathering cattle feed from the ditches and loading it onto their backs, or if they’re lucky (or possibly widowed, as if you see a man going this work he invariably has a donkey) onto their donkey. They’ve already made the 9 loaves in the outdoor wood oven, fed their families and have the washing to look forward to when they get back down at the local steam with all the other women. Later on they’ll get to cut the corn by hand and make flour before making tea for all. All...

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Bite me!

Posted by on 22, Apr 2015 in 2015 - Iberia and Morocco, Morocco, North Africa, Taffy | 0 comments

Bite me!

‎ Bob Geldoff would be proud of Linda, she’s really taken the “Feed the World Message” to heart this year, only she’s concentrating on the Insect World.  After the Attack of the killer bees Linda’s avoided anything that’s buzzed and there have been some enormous buzzers here but the silent “No See ’ems”‎ as they are called in Canada have been feasting on her despite wearing long sleeves and trousers.   Poor Linda now looks like a dot to dot book and the pattern on her back traces a nice bulls eye to aid the little midges tagetting. And...

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Where we’re going we don’t need roads…

Posted by on 22, Apr 2015 in 2015 - Iberia and Morocco, Morocco, North Africa, Taffy | 0 comments

Where we’re going we don’t need roads…

The roads here have been, generally speaking, excellent. The trip from Colchester to Harwich is on a far worse road than most of the back roads here, but today we’ve driven from Zagora up to the Saffron Capital of Morocco on what remains of a road after the winter floods have ripped away half the surrounding countryside.   The road followed the river up a valley for 50kms passing tiny villages nestled in clusters of palm trees and fields.‎ The road had been completely erased by the flooding and every bridge across the winding river had been washed away.   These aren’t bridges in...

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