Dec 18, 2009
Jan 15, 2010
. For future reference it goes something like, Fill in card, get stamped in medical office to prove you haven’t got swine flu, get stamped in passport control then customs form, then back to passport then somewhere else…. I don’t know we managed to make it through eventually and the first bit of sun in Morocco. Mood is very upbeat as we release we’ve actually managed to drive to Morocco! We all agree (in the sunshine) that the first night is to be spent camping somewhere in the Riff mountains and we head off in the direction of Tetouan on the costal road. At this point it starts to rain, and rain heavily so much for the sunshine. By the time we start heading into the mountains the suns back out. Everybody seems very friendly but the close we get to Chefchaouen the more we realise actually they are just trying to sell us hashish (!?). We find a beautiful spot to camp for the night and we start setting up. Its painfull, everything seems to take a lot longer than we thought but I guess it’s the first time setting up camp and I’m sure by the end of the trip we are going to be proper nomads. Luckily we get it all sorted just before it starts raining.. this becomes a theme for the evening and everything gets wet. But its ok the Jack Daniels comes out and a good nights sleep was had for all of about 3 hours.
Ok so the plan is to get the 9am ferry from Tarifa to Tangier the only slight problem is that when we get to Tarifa all the ferries are cancelled due to the high winds. So we all group up in convoy and start to head to Algeciras to see if the bigger ferries are still working. Must be said the sight of a dozen or so bangers driving in convoy really is something. After an hour or so and a lot of confusion we manage to get a ferry to Ceuta instead. 40 minutes of very rough crossing and a few sick bags later filled be a number of passengers and we've made it. Now the only problem is Cueta is actually part of spain, I guess it’s the Spanish equivalent of Gibraltar, and we packed all the Spanish maps away yesterday so we have no idea how to get to the Moroccan border – we take a guess at the Spanish for Morocco and follow the signs. It works and before we know it we are in a queue at the border. Luckily a man comes to find us and walks us through the various queues and forms that we need to fill in