Vegetarianism and Triathlons…
Back in Europe we are doing much more cycling than Morocco, we finished the Ecovia Lateral going both ways from Spain to the most South Westerly point in Europe, a barely signposted 251 km (x2) cycle route which is occasionally fantastic (the salt pans, beautiful cliffs and beaches, gorgeous little villages) and sometimes really scary (walking down a railway line, cycling through a knee high river and cycling on, as we were told by the locals, ‘Europe’s most dangerous road’ ( we wore our helmets for once, though the way some of the Portuguese drive I think all that would...
Read MoreGassed and Robbed…
It’s our own fault really. We met a UKIP Daily Mail reader in Gibraltar who’d given up motorhoming because of the gas attacks in Spain his friends had suffered, (even though they’d never seen any sign of the attackers, nor gas, which had been fed into their van via the locks apparently) and we ignored his warnings. Well it came home to roost the other night when we’d been out for a meal after a 75km cycle and a few glasses of Sangria, some pre dinner cocktails and complementary ports after dinner that we too got gassed and robbed! Very cunning they were too, after...
Read MoreWelcome home!
Having had a pleasant crossing back to Spain we headed back to Gibraltar for a Morrisons Cheddar stock up and to let Linda see just how much booze she could smuggle across the Spanish border using Tilly. (Not our granddaughter Tilly obviously, though at those prices I wouldn’t put it past her). 6 litres of Gin on board and another half in the blood stream we headed on for our next challenge – cycling the Ecovia Lateral cycle route that runs from the Spanish border to the most South Westerly point in European Cape St Vincent. On route we made a pit stop and cycled into town for a...
Read MoreOh, now I see why women do all the work…
We’ve been sitting on the Atlantic beach today, between the plastic bags, tin cans and broken glass on what would otherwise be a fantastic beach. Sadly the Moroccans throw their rubbish anywhere, well, actually they don’t so much as throw it as just drop it after unwapping ice creams, sweets etc. Just where they are standing. Villages do seem to have more ordered rubbish organisation – they throw their rubbish in the river, often upstream of the village and then do their washing downstream. If you’ve ever wondered why the oceans have so much plastic in them my bet...
Read MoreIt ain’t half hot mum…
We’ve managed to see most of Morocco with Goldilocks weather not too hot, not too cold but arriving in Marakesh we stepped out of the van into a wall of heat. We left the coast in a pleasant 21C (nice for you heathen Yanks) and got out in Marakesh at 39C (darn hot for my American cousins). Fortunately Taffy was hooked up with the aircon on at a lovely camp site about 12km north of the city so remained cool ish. We got a taxi in for the evening and found that multi tasking is a taxi driver art form, in fact the driver really needed a co-driver so that at least someone other than us...
Read MoreSo thats what drugs look like…
The Eastern part of Morocco is a lawless mafia run drug production factory and you’ll be instantly hijacked, taken hostage, have drugs planted on you, become a mule, and possibly get killed if you visit it. That was our interpretation of peoples comments and the guide books view if the area. Naturally I wanted to drive through it and have a look for our selves. What we found was an area that was in fact lawless ( we didn’t see any police stations and there is one in every town usually and the one police checkpoint was next to a field of cannabis) Apart from that we drove through...
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