Goodbye Spain - Hello Morocco

A relative description of cycling from Tangiers Port into the Old City / Medina was to cycle through a collection of Moore Streets on a Saturday afternoon in the 80’s – madness – rubbish in random piles  – streets crowded with traders – beggars on every corner – locals curious of the 2 pasty lads on the fancy bikes with all the bags – supposed streets without even an Arabic Street Name.

After the initial shock of what we had just entered (unhelped by the fact that it was after dark due to a storm delay on the ferry from Tarifa) we began to realise that Morocco is a world among many worlds. There’s the world of the crazy/ nervy market and port towns. There’s the world of the traditional and primitive rural towns without running water, electricity, scare mechnised transport and strict religious adherence. Then there’s the world of the modern and liberal cities like Rabat, with tram systems etc. and an emerging liberalism and gender equality where woman dress and act in a western sense and bars can be uncovered in hidden locations, full of locals and even a female bar maid partaking herself (Ollie need not have stocked up on Lidl whiskey in Spain)

But in all worlds, toilet paper is a premium!, get accustomed to being ripped off and get accustomed to the smell of weed as getting stoned is locally acceptable! … the living car museum is also amusing, lots of Fiat Uno taxis blasting away over here - get used of blasting loud speakers from mosques - get used of cycling nervously on the hard shoulder!

Spot the washing machine on the back - and the Prince Worship

Taxi Rack - 240 D Mercs

Start Up the Donkey

Donkey Raincoat

Outside Rabat Medina

Medina Tangiers During Prayer Time

Road to Rabat

Ollie as stand-in pulley-boy in Asilah

Ollie Rooftop terrace Tangiers

Prior to our 2^nd world initiation, Andalusia, Spain offered up some incredible scenery with picturesque whitewashed hillside villages like Funcaliente, Montilla & Vejer De La Frontera

Bumped into 35 yr old Christian from Strasbourg who has left the grid without a telephone, email address or any electronic engagement apart from his bank card.

And I spend how much on gear!

 Micheal was super host once again in Tarifa before we got the ferry – foddering and feeding us.

Only 2 punctures so far and surprisingly haven’t been chased by dogs yet – dogs ridiculously sedate over here – there must be a verse about beating your dog every day!

Trip total 2894 km – stalled in Rabat for 2 days to get Mauratanian visa – managed to apply upon second attempt today – embassy opens only for 2 hours a day - and without a queing system madness breaks out every morning  – welcome to Africa:)

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Legacy lives on

When Nama finishes in Ireland

Shorter Toilet Trips

U were meant to take a right!