After my failure in
teaching the Spanish to drive on the English side of the road, and the
subsequent destruction of Mandy the Landy, Richard and I piled all our
possessions into a hire car and headed to Simon's flat in Tarifa.
The original plan was for us to join a truck that we had intended to travel
with for part of the way, but while in Gibraltar I found out about a Camel
Trophy Land Rover Discovery that one of the local car dealers had as his
personal toy... a week later it was mine. It's an amazing car, and an
amazing find as few other vehicles could do the journey without months of
preparation; Search for Camel trophy or see more
I spent the next week kitting it out with the salvaged kit from the old
Landy (we only lost the roof rack, awning and a bottle of cooking oil which
went everywhere when we had our little roll). Meanwhile Richard had gone
ahead to Morocco to escape the monsoon in southern Spain, and Roxana arrived
from Switzerland to help out.
On the 30th of November, almost a month behind schedule, we crossed over to
We camped by
a lovely beach and met Simon the following day for a long lunch before
finally crossing the border in the middle of Ramadan chaos - the sun had
just set, there was no electricity, and as we were still in Ramadan
everything closed down for a supper break. After a two hour wait we entered
Morocco amid particularly manic scenes, fake guides and a maze of confusing
offices with apathetic officials in residence.