Complejo Rural Huerta Grande Algeciras

So, the final day in Spain. How very exciting. We decided to get a beer to comemorate such an occasion. Whilst we were sitting there talking about how ridiculous it would be to cycle through the country side in morocco we hear someone quite loudly say 'TAKE CHALK'. We turn around to find a man on the next table who has decided to join in our convosation. He was obviously captain wiseman of the many ...

After nearly five hours of waiting in the rain we eventually got a lift to Rennes. Here we walked for a while and, I hate to say it but Alice got a little grumpy. We found a nice slipway to stand by and amazingly two cars stopped at once! This lift took us to a service station just outside Nantes where we collapsed into chairs but more importantly, we ate! Asking a few customers we found a lift all the way to Bordeaux and we are on our way there now! Woop woop! Sent from my iPhone

... Kris was gaan surfen en zijn we met ons 3'en strandvolley gaan spelen op het strand uiteraard. Vanop het strand konden we de rots van Gibraltar zien, prachtig zicht, ni te doen! Dan zijn we tegen half negen iets gaan eten in een restaurantje aant strand, waar weliswaar geen kat was, wij de enigste klanten en die mensen deden alles voor ons, zo moet da sé! Een gerecht voor 8 euro en goe gegeten, beter kan ni! Vervolgens zijn we met ons ge4'en naar het centrum gegaan met de bus, naar ...

... het gaat toch best lekker zo? Ja, de golfslag is wat rottig, ( de boot slingert over beide boorden zo'n 25 graden) maar we zeilen met ruime wind de goede kant op. Ongeveer anderhalve knoop stroom tegen, maar dat verandert straks ook nog wel. Syl wordt nu toch wel wat wee op de maag en kiest voor het beste medicijn: een uurtje inslingeren in de zeekooi. Ogen dicht en deinen maar, dan ben je er zo door heen. En inderdaad, de rest van de tocht geen centje pijn ...

... because the folks around us bought a ton of CD´s from this guy. When we got to the border town, we about started a riot by hiring a taxi driver that wasn´t waiting in the cue. We were supposed to go to the front of the cab line, but this driver approached us, offered a good price to the border, and we got in the cab. Only after we got in and buckled up did we realize what a mess we had caused. The other drivers were screaming at the driver and making threatening ...

... the twilight zone, stepping back in time. So the first day we just chilled, didnt get in until late afternoon, so had drinks, ate a horrible buffet dinner and then listened to the lounge singer. We realized there isn't really much to do here, but its a good base if you are going anywhere else.

... and an english pronunciation of them and we had the words for vegetable, thank you and goodbye worked out by the time we left. (Pity we leave Morocco tomorrow). As it was our only time to visit Tanjier, Glenn was keen to see a few things (even though it was getting later) so we had another walk ("Glenn's walk" as described by Christie) into the city to find the local evening lookout. We bought some nougat along the way - it looked delicious, and found the lookout. It was ...

... making me nervous. He asked me if I wanted hash. He knew I was American because he said something to the taxi driver as I was getting in. Apparently it upset him that I didn't take his service and then flagged this taxi down. I got in but the man was yelling at the driver telling him not to take me. He was demanding 3 euro from me. I told him he did nothing for me and I would pay nothing. He still wouldn't leave. I don't know ...

... for a superb final Fez meal - veal tajine, chicken with rice, mixed salad and two plates of the special aubergine dip that he made "especially for us", and, of course, the obligatory mint tea, which we would prefer to have missed as we were worried about getting to the train, all for 45 dm - excellent value. We are on the train now, heading for Tangiers. We will really miss this lovely country. Raymond's Travel Page

arrived there without orientation and nothing. i wasn't even used to using travel guidebooks in these days! no idea about lonely planet. so i just walked through town direction ocean, ugly neighbourhood, into a cafe. the barman gave me peach juice and said i should really keep out of these mean areas here, it's criminal andd dangerous. and when i asked, gave me the address of a cheap hotel around the corner. that was where i stayed for 2 or 3 more days then, waiting for my ...