Sunday 19 November 2017

Ouarzazate

Before we head into Ouarzazate we take a drive out to the fortified red-earth city of Aït Ben Haddou, a restored village. Paid for by the close by film studios. A bit of a let down hundreds of tourists crawling all over it like ants. Took a photo and turned around. Not until we'd been accosted by the usual Berber tat seller.
Marie picks up some ear rings, the price is 800Dh. Marie decides she doesn't want them at any price. As we're walking off the price drops like a stone to 150Dh. He just can't grasp the concept that it's nothing to do with the price. We just don't want them. We're just not programmed to deal with this haggling and the (in our minds)  insult that offering ridiculously low prices conveys. I'm sure westerners get used to it, as would we, but even after a month of this we still struggle.
So off to the film stuios. A bit weird to be honest. The first one, Atlas, doesn't seem to have produced much since the early 90's. The sets are remarkably intact, given that they're made of plaster, wood, expanding foam and mud🤔😂
The second one we go to is a bit more impressive, you drive to a castle used for some Game of Thrones episode's. It's pretty impressive, there's some full size trebuchets which look like they could be functional.










Saturday 11 November 2017

The Sahara

Yay, we made it into the Sahara
More importantly we made it out 😂
Day 1.
Foum Zagid to the dunes Erg Chigaga. I’ve got a couple of tracks imported and we attempt to follow one. The first 45km or so are OK, apart from the bloody corrugated sections (or jigglyshit as it should be called). We then get to the dunes and the track is taking us through the northern section of the dunes. It looks too iffy, too much soft sand so I decide to do a detour. It’s along some of the worst tracks ever, vast expanses of rocks. It’s down to 7 to 10mph max, it seems to go on for ever. In reality it’s 25km. 8 hrs in we get to the dunes😀

We’re a bit knackered and just park up in the first spot we find. Gin and tonic time
No kidding, 3 pints of gin and tonic 🤣

Marie (who knows how) knocks up an amazing vegetable concoction, loads of chilly and smoked paprika, and to finish it off coconut milk. Really good, we're missing spicy food. Weird given that every Souk you walk around there are mountains of colourful spices for sale, but for us, Moroccan food gets a bit bland. It doesn't help that they seem to think tourists only want tagine or brochette. We know for a fact, we've had it, that Moroccan food is so much better than that but it’s sometimes a challenge to find it. It doesn't help that our French is virtually non existent of course.
Anyway after food and G and T's we're feeling very happy and chilled. As soon as it’s dark the light shoe from the stars is simply stunning. The moon hasn't risen and of course zero light pollution means that we can see the milky way in it’s full glory.

Day 2.
We’re hoping for a nice easy drive out, it’s only 59km. I’m trying to follow the same track but the gpx waypoints are too far apart. This combined with the multiple tracks visible in this part of the desert means that it’s very easy to start following the wrong one. So we're constantly back tracking to pick up the track again. So in frustration I give up on that and start navigating by the sun
What could go wrong? It’s only the Sahara 🙄
No, not really. We just follow tracks in OsmAnd, it’s remarkably accurate. Nice easy going, smooth and flat happy days😎
Until. And this sneaks up in me. We’re into soft sand dunes. I haven't prepared for this in that the tyres are only deflated to around 22psi. That’s for driving over rocks and corrugated sections, not this. But we’re committed, no option but to keep going. So, this really isn’t my style, momentum, 3k revs and hope for the best. A packet of crisps stored I a net above Marie opens and showers her in Paprika flavour, all the stuff on the dash is around our feet, who knows wants going on in the back. I just have to keep going until we find some hard ground.

As soon as we do I can stop and figure out where we are. Go back or continue? After a bit of debate we decide to press on. The Sprinter seems happier ASR off in this. I couldn't figure out if it was the drag off the sand or the engine management reducing power in the sections we've just been through, a little disconcerting. Marie claims the front was air borne a couple of time, who knows but I’m a little tense right now!
But we make it out. I’m seriously impressed with the Sprinter. I'm glad of the 493Nm, anything less would have been seriously stressed. The temp gauge didn't budge from 89 to 91C.
Time for a chill and a beer by a pool now. We’ve booked a hotel in Zagora🍻



Yay, we made it into the Sahara
More importantly we made it out
Day 1.
Foum Zagid to the dunes Erg Chigaga. I’ve got a couple of tracks imported and we attempt to follow one. The first 45km or so are OK, apart from the bloody corrugated sections (or jiggly**** as I call it). We then get to the dunes and the track is taking us through the northern section of the dunes. It looks too iffy, too much soft sand so I decide to do a detour. It’s along some of the worst tracks ever, vast expanses of rocks. It’s down to 7 to 10mph max, it seems to go on for ever. In reality it’s 25km. 8 hrs in we get to the dunes
We’re a bit knackered and just park up in the first spot we find. Gin and tonic time
No kidding, 3 pints of gin and tonic

Marie (who knows how) knocks up an amazing vegetable concoction, loads of chilly and smoked paprika, and to finish it off coconut milk. Really good, we're missing spicy food. Weird given that every Souk you walk around there are mountains of colourful spices for sale, but for us, Moroccan food gets a bit bland. It doesn't help that they seem to think tourists only want tagine or brochette. We know for a fact, we've had it, that Moroccan food is so much better than that but it’s sometimes a challenge to find it. It doesn't help that our French is virtually non existent of course.
Anyway after food and G and T's we're feeling very happy and chilled. As soon as it’s dark the light shoe from the stars is simply stunning. The moon hasn't risen and of course zero light pollution means that we can see the milky way in it’s full glory.


Day 2.
We’re hoping for a nice easy drive out, it’s only 59km. I’m trying to follow the same track but the gpx waypoints are too far apart. This combined with the multiple tracks visible in this part of the desert means that it’s very easy to start following the wrong one. So we're constantly back tracking to pick up the track again. So in frustration I give up on that and start navigating by the sun
What could go wrong? It’s only the Sahara
No, not really. We just follow tracks in OsmAnd, it’s remarkably accurate. Nice easy going, smooth and flat happy days
Until. And this sneaks up in me. We’re into soft sand dunes. I haven't prepared for this in that the tyres are only deflated to around 22psi. That’s for driving over rocks and corrugated sections, not this. But we’re committed, no option but to keep going. So, this really isn’t my style, momentum, 3k revs and hope for the best. A packet of crisps stored I a net above Marie opens and showers her in Paprika flavour, all the stuff on the dash is around our feet, who knows wants going on in the back. I just have to keep going until we find some hard ground.



As soon as we do I can stop and figure out where we are. Go back or continue? After a bit of debate we decide to press on. The Sprinter seems happier ASR off in this. I couldn't figure out if it was the drag off the sand or the engine management reducing power in the sections we've just been through, a little disconcerting. Marie claims the front was air borne a couple of time, who knows but I’m a little tense right now!
But we make it out. I’m seriously impressed with the Sprinter. I'm glad of the 493Nm, anything less would have been seriously stressed. The temp gauge didn't budge from 89 to 91C.
Time for a chill and a beer by a pool now. We’ve booked a hotel in Zagora
Yes the desert requires respect! A tourist died more or less on the route we followed, they had hired a 4x4 and suffered a puncture. For what ever reason they couldn't change it, or maybe the spare was flat. My memory is a little hazy on the details. Anyway they had only taken a few litres of bottled water with them, which of course starts to run out pretty quickly. The husband decides to meet off on foot to try and find help, they’d seen a Nomad tent on their way in. By the time he returns, in only a few hours, his wife has died of heat exhaustion. We had around 30 litres of bottled water and 80 litres in the on board tank (that’s to be avoided if possible, who knows what bugs are in their by now! It doesn't have any uv treatment or filtration)
So for me the desert has a romantic allure, the adventure, solitude, size/scale, the wilderness. But it’s a bit of a love hate thing. It’s physically challenging for sure but that’s eclipsed by the mental challenge. Not to mention the mechanical challenge to your vehicle. Your mind is working at 80% capacity more or less the entire time. Are still on the right route? Am I taking the right line? Listening for any new and unwanted noises from the vehicle, concentrating on the navigation, when the route isn't as you expected running multiple scenarios through your head. Every time you enter a dry river bed or crest a dune you have recalculate everything. Anything that is normal behaviour, I expect to do that by that time, I will follow that route/plan needs to be reassessed. If you have to turn around or do 4mph rather than the expected/calculated 40mph. So be it. We're not programmed to think like that anymore!

I can assure you that if your mind is cluttered up with 1st world problems this will cleanse your mind. There’s no space for junk 
So it was great to travel through the Sahara, but even better to get out
Naturally if you get used to it that all reduces but this is the 3rd time in 10 years so we’re far from naturals at this. The first 2 times were with a group. Solo is another story🤔😀


Sunday 5 November 2017

Tata

Not a lot to be said of this place. We don’t like the town at all. Its an army town I think. The campsite is really run down, hardly any of the taps work, toilets don’t flush. The guy on reception is lovely though. I end up ordering a beef tagine off him for later, it’s pretty good but Marie passes on it. She sick of tagine, as am I to be honest. Good night’s sleep apart from the fan sucking in what smells like traffic fumes all night. Who knows what it is.
Drive to Foum Zagid, a bit boring. Flat straight roads which are virtually new and empty. Manage to get 30+mpg out of the Sprinter. You can tell I'm bored, I’m experimenting with engine load and economy in 5th or 6th gear. Conclusion, below 55mph engine load is a lot lower in 5th and economy better. We’ve worn out all the Apple Music on my phone so we’ve moved on to Amazon Prime music😂
I may have mentioned this before, bit the locals down here are so much more easy going and friendly compared to the North or of course Marrakech.
The drive to Tata and towards Foum Zagig is pretty impressive though


Essouria to Tafroute

It’s very difficult to judge travel times in Morocco so we decide to split the journey and stop somewhere south of Agadir.
The journey is nothing to write home about, it just confirms what we already think of the Atlantic coast. Unless you’re into kite surfing or surfing it’s bland, at times grim.
We stop off at a campsite here:
 Camp Takat
Near P1003
Location: geo:30.253386,-9.585142
It’s extremely well run, immaculate facilities but seriously weird. It’s in the middle of no where, surrounded by scrub land, agricultural land, rubbish and a few poly tunnels. There are a few French motor homes which are obviously here long term. They’ve got all the usual junk. Trailers, quads, cars, bikes, gazebos, fake grass. It’s just beyond our comprehension, it’s got sun and a pool. You’ve got to be desperate for sun to stay here long term.
We eat in the restaurant, a bit weird, just the two of us and a radio playing trance music. Foods good though and some more Meknes wine. Red for a change, Thierry has been feeding us rose for the past few days.
Early start and onward towards Tafroute. The first bit of the drive is dual carriageway. We're in no rush so the cruise is set to 55ish. A one point a Citroen van draws level with us and a happy smiling guy hangs out of the passenger window, he shouting “I have campsite in Tafroute”. He waves some more and they accelerate away.
We turn off at Tiznit and see a couple hitching with Tafroute on a bit of cardboard, what the he’ll we pick them up. She’s Belgium and he’s Egyptian. They’re doing a whistle stop tour of just about everywhere in Morocco in week. Rather them than me! Turns out he’s a genuine Rocket Scientist, working for the European Space agency.
We drop them off in Tafroute and somehow manage to end up sitting next to them at a restaurant for lunch.
Lunch over we head to the Blue Rocks, passing the same couple on the road. They’ve hired bikes to go to the Blue Rocks and are then catching a night bus, some holiday😂
The blue rocks are weird, in a good way. We park up for the night and get to see one of the most incredible sun sets ever. We always snigger at tourists running around taking photos of sun sets, stunning sun sets are two a penny on the Llyn Peninsula, we're not easily impressed.
We don’t actually sleep too well, the silence here is, well deafening. It’s a bit freaky to be honest, but it's been a great stop over.
We head back into town for a coffee and some Wi-Fi. The guy who passed us in the Citroen van spots us. He comes over, all smiles, shaking hands. We didn't even stay on his campsite but he’s talking to us like long lost friends. It’s up lifting interacting with happy easy going peope😊

Essouria 2

So we’re having a sort of holiday within a holiday, staying at Villa Grenadine. A lovely secluded oasis, with a pool to slobb next to for a few days.
First things first though. Food. Into Essouria and to the fish shacks next to the harbour. They don’t have names, just numbers. You choose your fish from the ice counter and it’s BBQ’ed. Has to be lobster and sea bream. Not sure what it’s called here, doroda maybe. It’s not super cheap, we're in touristville and if you walked around the back of the shacks you’d never eat  fish again, but so what it’s tasty and fun.
Essouria is a very easy place to just wonder around, no hassle, pedestrians only (mostly) and basically a pretty old town.
Our hosts at Villa Grenadine are lovely, a bit of a language barrier. They only speak French and our French is virtually non existent. But Thierry forces us to drink wine at every opportunity, so that helps. He’s French and his Moroccan wife Hakima cooks some wonderful dinners. Thierry is always pointing out that tourists are just fed brockettes and tagine in Morocco, but not for us!
He’s a real character, one of a very select few to have completed a Camel Trophy, a real petrol head who's built and raced  numerous off road racers. With some world wide success, in Europe and America.
He’s got a very sick Nissan Pathfinder, he thinks bad fuel in Dakla. So I offer to try and use my scanner (which I have for the Sprinter) to try and read the fault codes. So off we go to his mechanic.
Umm 8 engine fault codes
13 transmission fault codes
3 airbag fault codes
3 airbag fault codes
Where the hell do you start with all that.
I feel like a bit of a fraudster, I’m of no help at all tbh but he’s very grateful. The battery dies so we have to swap the battery off his Toyota Land Cruiser. His mechanic is apparently the best around but doesn't even have a battery charger, Morocco!! Without a decent battery the scanner won’t communicate with the engine ecu, so that’s it really.
Anyway as a thank you he wants to take me on an off road adventure in his Toyota. It’s his side of the business in villa Grenadine. I can’t say no and on the morning of the trip he’s up and positively buoyant, whistling and skipping around. He obviously loves this stuff. His Toyota is a great advert, it takes some serious abuse. It creaks, squeals, knocks and bangs like and old knacker but just goes!
A few more touristy trips into Essouria, some great food at a beach bar called Ocean Vagabonds. This is by far the best quality food we’ve had on this trip, including Europe. It’s not cheap, or Moroccan. French/international but extremely good, we’re happy.

Saturday 28 October 2017

Essouria 😊

We like Essouria, we were here as a family 10 years ago. It's bigger, due to development, but essentially the same. It's a very easy place to be a tourist. So yes OK that does mean it's touristy but still in a low key good way. I'm sure prices are inflated and even a guy in one of the shops commented on how bad the pound was. It's around 12Dh, down from 15Dh.
We went back, possibly to the exact same fish shack that we went to 10 years ago, for lunch. Of course it had to be lobster😀 and sea bream. I think they call it dorado. 10 years ago 6 of us ate a banquet for, I think, £30. Today, despite some half hearted haggling on my part it was £40 ish for the 2 of us🤔😐
It was still good though. Nearly as good as Aberdaron lobster and chips😂 that's less than £20 for two and we take our own wine😊



Wednesday 25 October 2017

Marrakech

We've been in full on tourist mode the last few days in Marrakech, staying here:
Camping le Relais de Marrakech
Location: geo:31.707504,-7.989528

It’s maybe our favourite campsite so for on this trip, the only one close being Pelinos in Portugal. A great, chilled vide here. Well apart from the French motorhomers across from us who have faces like smacked arses. There was a French guy next to us, on his own, apart from his dog. The dog was a 6 month puppy which barked occasionally. No big deal and I don’t like dogs on campsites. Anyway the smacked arse couple complained to the management and he had to move to the far corner. Miserable gits😑

We met another French guy, absolutely barking mad. But in a good way, he shared with us the fact that as he was 70 something his “snake” was getting tired but listening to Whitney Houston helped😂

So the tourist stuff.
Slobbing by the pool, which we have all to our selves at times. Eating and drinking too much and doing the tourist stuff in Marrakech.
Eating Moroccan street food in the central square. Fun and reasonably tasty but nothing compared to Asian street food.
Wandering around the Souk until the hassle gets too much. Marie makes the mistake of engaging with some of them. I just nod, smile and say non merci, if I’m going to be a miserable ignorant person I figure it’s best if they think I’m French🤔
Back into Marrakech this morning for breakfast, which is ridiculously huge, all for about £2.50 each. A horse and carriage ride (We really are in full on tourist mode) manage to haggle it down from 600Dh to 250Dh. Who knows if this is the right amount  but it’s OK. Some of it interesting/Fun some weird, why take us around the hotel district to point out different chain hotels!?
Had a shave and a haircut, this has turned into some sort of tradition now, I’ve had them in multiple places. Portugal was the best and most professional, Thailand the most fun.
Lunch at Marrakech Henna Art Cafe. Owned by an American woman who came on holiday here 3 years ago and stayed. It supports a local charity and I can really recommend it. It’s down a side street of the main square. 5 minutes or 2 hours depending on how easily accosted you are. Having said that even though we’re only a few hundred metres away from the main square it feels like a completely different city. No hard sell hassle nonsense.

Off to Essouria tomorrow.

Sunday 22 October 2017

Meknes to Imilchil

The last two days have been epic.
Epic wow moments.
Epic. Oh please let this be over.
Stunning landscapes.
Freaky landscapes.
Huge landscapes.
Super friendly locals, we had numerous invites for tea, which we had to turn down for reasons you'll see below.
The Epic, Oh please let this be over, well that’s the escape for the river ravine. I remember a B movie, more like a C movie I watched years ago about a Russian tank crew who got lost in Afghanistan and drove up a ravine, it didn't end well for them. For some reason I start thinking about that film And the never ending single track mountain roads with no barrier and maybe 500m drop offs. Most definitely the scariest roads we've ever been on! Marie hates these types of road. I tell her it’s aversion therapy and she should be cured by now.
An overland tour company pulled into the campsite last night and, as you do, I got into conversation with the tour leader. She asked what our plans were and I showed her our route for today. So cutting a long story short she convinced me that we should head for here instead.
Lac de Tislit
Location: geo:32.196896,-5.6372414
She even showed me a route on the map. So off we set for gentle saunter through the Moroccan countryside. It starts off great, the only concern being we'll never arrive due to the numerous photo opportunity stops.
About an hour in the road turns into a typical gravel piste, no problem. We meet a couple of locals coming the other way who stop and via our ridiculously poor French we figure they're telling us that we're on the wrong road.
So we back track and we end up in a village with no apparent road out. We blunder around like a couple of complete tools for a while. Crossing irrigation channels that have bridges across them barely wide enough for the Sprinter. Marie has to get out and direct me across, even then the tyres are hanging off the edge.
So we end up paying a local kid on his bike 20Dh to direct us out, onto more or less the road we’d already been on.
Anyway happy days, back on tarmac. Until the road disappears into the adjacent river. As we're pondering what to do a Polish couple in a Toyota Landcruiser pulls up behind us. They crossed on the same ferry as us from Spain, small world. She runs on ahead, following the tracks in the river bed. Maybe 1km ahead the road is intact so between us we decide to press on. All good.
Unfortunately the road disappears again. It’s now a question of press on or turn around. We press on, at times it’s pretty extreme going, even the Toyota LC80 struggles. It then partially breaks, sounds like a universal joint at his rear axle is on its last legs.
We both decide to turn back, until a local farmer appears and tells us there’s only another 4km of this and then it’s tarmac. Question. Is our French sufficient to comprehend what he’s telling us, maybe it’s 40km he does point to a lump of tarmac washed down by the river as he’s explaining. It does turn out to be about 5km.
It's maybe 7 to 10km of river bed to go back so we carry on. Marie is having a hissy fit at all this, I'm not enjoying it too much either. Has someone moved the Darian Gap to Morocco?
We finally get out of the ravine that seemed to go on for ever. Both of us are now beyond going “wow look at that.....” We're still 79km from our destination, Doh!!
The scenery and terrain are stunning though, it’s difficult to describe and I doubt the photo's do it justice. They could do a Martian film here. It’s red, purple, green, white, that’s the mountains, not the vegetation. But after maybe 5hrs in that river bed we're not looking. It was bloody hot as well.
So we arrive at the lake. The Auberge/camping is like something out of the Shinning. The lady who welcomes us is lovely though. She’s cooking dinner for us right now, hopefully it’s good. I’ve eaten some dates and a few crisps whilst driving. I’m knackered, maybe that’s enough off road for now! Marie definitely never wants to see another switch back mountain road with no barriers and a 40 year old overladen truck coming the other way! I think we were at 2,400 metres at times. We're camped at about 2,000 metres so it’s a little chilly now the sun has gone down.
 Some stats:
Average speed 10.2mph
Max. Speed 80.2mph
Height gain 5,387 metres
Height loss 3,956 metres
As I say, it’s been an experience. Marrakech tomorrow. The sat nav says 5hrs, so that’ll be another 10hr day





Now for the boring petrol head stuff.
I'm seriously impressed with the Sprinter. It struggles with ditches/axle articulation but it did it. At times it’s tricky balancing the throttle, traction control, forward momentum and the turbo boost. It works best when you can hold a constant throttle, maintaining a non damaging speed  and allowing the traction control to do it’s thing. If you lose forward momentum and you're off boost, as you are a lot of the time if you don’t want to rip the thing to bits, it can stall. It’s then tricky to get going again without giving it too much throttle/boost. Coming from a G Wagen I'm  conscious that, to me at least, the front diff and drive shafts look pretty light weight. I guess, given its commercial vehicle roots, the rear axle and half shafts are pretty robust though. Maybe that’s the reason the torque split is 65 rear 35 front? In any case I really don’t want to find the mechanical limits!
For a van though, impressive! It does drink the fuel in this type of environment though. 7.5mpg!! Overall for the 180km it’s 12mpg.
Meknes.

Meknes

We like Meknes, it’s a big city around 1.5m inhabitants but it doesn’t feel like it. We park up maybe 2 minutes from the Medina for 40Dh. For that you get a 24hr guardian but no facilities. We actually have a good night’s sleep even though we're so close to the city centre.
The Medina is a very friendly and easy place to wonder around, no hard sell hassle. It’s as if it’s not a tourist location so you're not seen as a walking ATM.
Marie makes a new best friend with a Berber lady who is part of a women's cooperative.  She's lovely, a good sales woman of course. She's also very keen to point out that she’s not Moroccan, but a Berber. The shop is for divorced women and they sell local products. Such as Berber Whiskey, which is a sort of herbal tea which helps you get a good night’s sleep. Perfume which is made into  resin blocks. So we part with some money, but walk away happy. We didn't even haggle much.

We planned on visiting Volubilis on our way into Meknes but the mist and sideways rain put us off! So we head straight there as soon as we wake. Even though we get there for about 8:30 the coach tours are arriving. It’s an impressive site though, well  worth a visit.
After that we're on our way to:
Auberge Kasbah Timnay 
Location: geo:32.751495,-4.9190855
A seriously good campsite.

Wednesday 18 October 2017

Morocco

Yay, we're here😃
Arrived in Tangier Med around 6pm. Too late really given how soon it goes dark this far south but it was a very painless entry. Far less hassle than Ceuta. Still confusing of course. Just when you think youre nearly done the customs guy sends you back to the Police to get your CIN number validated. The CIN is the Police number in your passport, who knows it's purpose but it's obviously important.
So off I go in search of a Police man. I ask a guy in a hi via jacket, he takes me over to a booth that looks shut. Blinds all firmly closed, no sign of life. He VERY gingerly taps the glass......nothing. I can tell he really doesn't want to try again, or be within a 100m of here.
He has another go. Some  movement. The door opens the width of a hand and, well a hand appears out of the darkness. I hand over my passport. The door shuts and my helper in the Hi Vis pretty much runs away.
5 minutes pass, the door opens, the width of a hand and my passport reappears. Back to the customs guy, who goes back to his PC.
I'm instructed to stay by the van. It would appear that their IT systems are actually quite integrated. 5 minutes later and he's back we're good to go. There is another check point which I've observed other travellers being stopped at a 100m up the road, but he's busy on his mobile so the barrier lifts and we really are on our way.
So onwards to Asilah for the night. Asilah looks good but it's chucking it down with rain and it's been a long day so and early night.
I'd stocked up on red wine before we left Spain. A 5 litre box, should be enough for a day or two😂
Shame it's bloody Sherry, doh🤔 explains why it's 15% proof.

Sunday 15 October 2017

Roman Fishing Village and Tarifa

Saturday. We visited some Roman ruins here:
Baelo Claudia
Location: geo:36.089806,-5.7714167
They were pretty impressive, in their day from around 100BC to 700AD this were an important tuna processing area. Here, on an industrial scale. The fish processing areas are still clearly visible. The odd thing being is that if you didn't search them out you’d never figure they were here. Not a single tourist sign until you’re literally at the gate. Free entrance for EU members.
Next to
Tarifa
Location: geo:36.01278,-5.604894
We liked it here, but given that it was a bank holiday Saturday parking was a bit of a nightmare, we ended up parked on the outskirts and walking, and walking.
The Spanish really don’t do leafy suburbs, if the sun wasn’t shining it would do a good impression of eastern Germany on a November day before the wall came down.
But the old town was great, a bit touristic but cool. Lunch was good, red tuna. A massive steak of tuna, 3 times the size you’d see at home for €15. Not bad.
Apparently Tarifa was known for its high suicide rate, attributed to the constant wind sending people nuts. I can believe it, as much as I liked the place a few hours is enough!!
Even though we’ve done nothing much we're both exhausted by the time we get back, can’t even be bothered to cook or go out for dinner. So a couple of G and T's for dinner instead. It’s tough here😂

Tarifa

Well North of Tarifa, here:
Torre de la Peña
Location: geo:36.05614,-5.659128

This site has such a different feel to the last place, which could well have been a holiday camp for the over 70's Tory Party. 90% plus were obviously long term Brits staying for the winter. Most of them would do their best to avoid even acknowledging you, with of course a few exceptions.
This site has a far better vide, a bit haphazard, but far more friendly. We're maybe the only Brits here. It’s mostly Spanish and German. So here’s my thoughts on this friendly or not stuff.
 It’s got very little to do with nationality and a huge amount to do with location. The miserable sites, have without exception, been large, expensive and purport to be 4 star and above. The facilities need to be immaculate for a truly aloof and miserable ambience. Go figure.
So we can see and feel Morocco from here. The Atlas mountains are visible, but it’s pretty hazy. When I say feel, omg the southerly wind is just hot, hot, hot. Last night it felt like, for a laugh, someone had placed a fan heater on the roof and directed it through the powered vent. Talking of which. The Fiamma  powered roof vent has been absolutely brilliant on this trip. Unfortunately, when we're not connected to the mains the battery/solar panel can only just cope with it running on its slowest speed for the night.
Post trip mod. A second 100watt panel and a bigger battery.
We'll hang around here for a few days, go into Tarifa and visit a Roman fishing village a few km's North.
Morocco, probably around the 26th. But.....just checked the weather for Essouria. 39 Celsius!!

Wednesday 11 October 2017

Ronda to the Med. Via the Scenic Route.


So I did ask “direct or scenic roads?”
There are a few issues with the scenic route, if you've got anything bigger than a Sprinter, forget these roads. Windy doesn't cover it. At times it felt like a 90 degree bend every 50 metres. Single track, no barriers, drop offs of a few hundred metres, road crumbling away in places. Marie loved every minute. The villages were tight, a few mm  either side of the mirrors and steep.
Literally thousands of sweet chestnut trees, and loads of people collecting them. Seriously tough work I’d imaging, very steep banks to scramble along and peace work no doubt.
Sloooow progress, maybe 10 to 15mph a lot of the time. I'll try and do a screen copy of the route.
Loved it, including the stop for lunch at a Spanish bikers caff.
Arrived at our campsite, after some concrete jungle roads. It's, well, very good. If you check out the reviews for these types of sites you'll find a disproportionate fixation on the sanitary facilities. Given the demographics I sort of understand this. We'll move on soon, if for no other reason that it’s €30 A night FFS! It does have cable TV points at each pitch though, there you go you really do get what you pay for. Here's that word again, Hireath🤔
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Seville to the White Villages of Andalusia

 We head south, first stop a random castle that we spot on the horizon. It’s a Moorish castle that was placed on the border between Seville and Granada. It’s not big but really well preserved and we're the only ones there. Nice find.



Next stop:
Arcos de la Frontera
Location: geo:36.747684,-5.7997355
Well it isn't a stop actually, after some random driving through really narrow streets we give up and move on. To:
Grazalema
Location: geo:36.7584,-5.3660917
More luck here, so we park up and have a wonder around, a beer and some shopping for sausages, cheese, cake etc.
Next stop:
Ronda
Location: geo:36.742134,-5.1665998
We park up with 3 or 4 other camper vans on the outskirts, great place. A peaceful nights sleep and an easy stroll in to Ronda for breakfast. I’d read that this place can become rammed with tourists, and sure enough as we’re leaving coach loads of the  usual selfie addicted  suspects are arriving. We really liked Ronda.
By 11:30ish and a few coffees later we're on our way towards the coast. We’ve decided to give the med a go. We fancy some calm warm seas to play in. Not too sure about the Costa's though. We'll see.





Sunday 8 October 2017

I Hate Apple

I loathe and detest their consumerist / profiteering junk. Why?
Marie’s iPhone 6 is absolute junk. Unfortunately she has all the data. 30G compared to my 500meg. This wouldn't be an issue if she hadn't left her Apple charging lead at home. We have a generic one in the van, but her phone is so “clever” it knows it’s not genuine and continuously throws error messages up. So we buy another, good quality one before we leave the UK. I’ve got better things to do than trawling around looking for genuine Apple stuff. But no after a couple of days it figures out this is non genuine and stops charging. 3rd new lead. Yeah it works...for a week FFS!!! This is just typical Apple nonsensical crap which no other manufacturer seems to be able or want to impose on their customers. We seem to spend our days obsessing about will it won't it work today, life’s too short for that!!
Even when it does decide to charge, which seems pretty random, the battery life is pathetic. All we want is to be able to use Google maps and the odd search when we're out and about. It’s incapable of such a simple task.
So it may or may not be the lead. Buy a new Apple one for £40? They’re junk and fail within months or ....
Online searches confirm iPhone's are known for this. Hard reset. Nope. Backup and reinstall. Nope. Haven't got a pc and there’s never Wi-Fi in Europe that’s up to that.
So £200 to repair it, or a new phone?? Nope, Apple you can do one. Compared to Jess and Ellie's Huawei P9's the camera is pathetic, barely better than my 720p resolution phone😂 the operating system certainly doesn't live up to the hype. So there you go, I'll take great pleasure in jumping up down on it until it’s in a million pieces. Umm, no wait. There's going to be a queue of Apple fanboyz waiting to hand over a load of dosh......
Through all this my 50quid refurbed Huawei has worked just fine. Just no data. We'll chuck the iPhone and get a cheapee phone and alter my data plan. Mine is only £4.99 a month so 500meg isn't bad.

Sun Rise in Seville

Sun Rise in Seville.
We stay at Camping Villsom
Location: geo:37.277637,-5.937102
For a city campsite it’s really good. Very friendly and helpful staff who speak perfect English.
The bus into Seville is about 400m away and costs €1.65 one way. It’s about a 45 minute journey (how much would that trip be in the UK? I’d have no idea as we only have one bus a day going 2  miles down the road )
I’m not a big fan of cities but Seville is stunning, we actually arrive at:
Plaza de España
Location: geo:37.377045,-5.9869695 just in time for sunrise. Wow!!



By 12:30 It’s beer and tapas time. We have a great lunch people watching. The tapas, considering Seville is supposed to do the best tapas isn't great but hey, we're in tourist central. A couple of buskers do their stuff. One a local does a sort of Spanish gypsy kings type thing, the other a guy who first of all claims he’s from south Africa but then decided he was from Senegal plays a wierd looking thing and sings some sort of African song. I liked him but he couldn't hold a tune to save his life😁
After a 2 hour lunch and too much to eat we saunter back towards the bus stop and find......a sort of world food fair. Doh... we’re both stuffed but wonder around looking at food stalls from Argentina, Peru, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Russia, Italy, Belgium, South Africa....
Neither of us can raise the energy or appetite in 35 Celsius to sample anything. Foodies, yeah right. I sample a beer called The Cannabis Factory. It’s got hemp in there. The labels more appetizing than the beer unfortunately.