Attack of the killer bees….
Lavender Conditioner and rose shampoo sound lovely (to the ladies at least!) but it’s always confused me why women want to smell like a garden so much. Now I know! It’s so that when you go for a walk in Morocco, in the less lush areas, the local bees think the all you can eat buffet has just turned up! Poor Linda went for a short walk down to the river on her own and came running back calling my name covered in bees. They’d obviously confused Moulton Brown’s finest bathroom products for the real thing and were busy swarming around her. We had a 60 second swat and...
Read MoreBatman…..
Sometimes in life you really just need a superhero. So after travelling for a day on a relatively flat plateau to Fes we decided to cycle into the town. The 10 km ride we covered in Olympic time topping out at 44kph with both brakes firmly on and Linda alternating between screams and spitting out flies on the back to boot. Fortunately there was a 1km flat section that we were able to come in to land on after overtaking trucks cars and motorbikes on the way down. Linda was so hoarse I didn’t even get shouted at either. Fes is the largest urban car free zone in the world....
Read MoreWelcome to Morocco
We spent the first few days in Morocco with Linda going cold Turkey after steadily working her way through Gibraltars duty free Margheritas so didn’t actually get to do much. We didmanage to get out for a short ride along the lovely promenade seafront at Martil to much laughter and pointing at the tandem. But once Linda had mastered the shakes we moved on and headed south towards Fez. Morocco is a building site, with construction everywhere, plenty of new roads being built and everywhere we passed on the coast new apartment blocks and hotels – even a Ritz Carlton going up. In...
Read MoreGoing Ape!
We got our money from Nat West as Barclays ATM was out of order and popped into M&S to see if they had any Cornish crackler, they didn’t so we went to Morrisons to get cheddar, passing numerous vans advertising Strongbow, John Smiths, McVities and Walkers crisps, sent a couple of post cards from a the Royal Mail Post Office, avoided all the cafes selling Bacon and Eggs and British Fish and Chips, made sure we said ‘Gor Blimey Govnor’ a lot and asked a British Bobby what the time was. Welcome to Gibraltar, a little England in a sea of Spain. This is a weird but...
Read MoreGrenade!!
Spain and Britain share the same attitude to firework safety as each other. Both countries have festivals where fireworks play key roles and both have an age restrictions for buying fireworks of 16. The difference is Spain mean months. Literally if you can walk, the n for one week in March you’ll be given limitless supplies of high explosive and a box of matches and told to go and scare the crap out of the tourists! And these aren’t ordinary fireworks either. No pretty ones, no aaaahhhh, just lots of noise and a lot of smoke. These aren’t so much you’re normal UK...
Read MoreLet’s enter the marathon….
We left Barcelona on a Sunday morning – they’ll be no cars on the road we said and how right we were. Instead there were thousands of people doing the marathon and the roads had been closed in some very devious Mobious strip like affair where we just kept ending up back at the same place. Clever but very frustrating. We even considered just going back to Stalag 14 but for some reason we could no longer get there from here. The runners were only outnumbered by spectators and in turn by Police who weren’t standing on street corners as the corners just wern’t big enough...
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