It 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...
Read MoreHash, 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...
Read MoreI 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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