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...
Read MoreWhere 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...
Read MoreCover!
We’ve stayed down at Zagora for 4 days now and actually had another camper join us for one night – father Christmas on Holiday, large bellied, long flowing white hair and a zizi top white beard down to his belly. All he needed to do was go ho ho ho to complete the image. This morning we got up and got ready to cycle off and heard gun shots. Normally in Europe you’d just ignore it, but here even we stopped and waited for a while to see what happened next (nothing!) before cycling off around the palmeria to look for the lemon groves mentioned in our guide book (and try to...
Read MoreWandering Eyes…
Being a western women in an Islamic country – albeit a very relaxed one – is like walking around with a huge flashing arrow above your head wherever you go. Walk past the local cafes and every single man in it (and generally there are no women) will follow you with their eyes and the whole cafe looks like it’s watching a slow motion tennis match. Talk to a man and their eyes often just go up and down Linda like they’re watching a lift, I’m not sure they’d be able to pick Linda out in an identity parade if they could only see faces, though the big flashing...
Read MoreTwister…
When we arrived at Camping Le Pyramids (no pyramids in sight) we found the road to be covered in sand – hardly surprising as the Sahara begins here with some huge dunes and we both had visions of last time we took Taffy in the Sahara and had to dig her out twice. Not fun, though it did result in Linda not speaking to me for a few hours which was peaceful. The owner of the campsite saw us dawdling and not wanting to lose a customer came out and merrily waved us through. I asked him if he’d dig us out if we got stuck and he happily said yes so we ploughed through the mini dune...
Read MoreThe Right kind of Vehicle…
There are 2 types of vehicle down here near the Algerian border in an area the Foreign and Commonwealth Office deam as a no go zone, presumably because you are likely to be killed by the kindness of the locals. The 4*4 brigade who are the unruly 2 year old child of the motorists hurtling into every puddle and onto every dirt road in a desperate effort to get as filthy as possible then refusing to wash, and the goody two shoes mummies boys mtprhomers who wash behind their wheel arches and wipe down their windows everyday to make sure they all look showroom condition, oh and there’s...
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