I shouldn’t really tell you this…
EssaouiraEssaouriaWe’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 and...
Read MoreA 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...
Read MoreA woman’s work is never done…
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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