Well, day one in Morocco....seems a long time since we got up at 5.30 thismorning! We all proceeded to the ferry port, 8 motorhomes and the tour guide in his transit mini bus. We arrived about 6.15 and had to wait for the check in booths to be opened at 7.
|Sunrise over Gibraltar|
Shame about the spray on the windows!
|Part of the convoy,.... us in the middle|
About two kilometres away on a busy and fast dual carriageway we suddenly became aware of the MH behind us beeping and signalling for us to stop....looked serious, so we pulled up as soon as we could. It turned out that Marina and Jim who were behind us had noticed a youngish lad hanging onto the back of our motorhome, perched on Nigel's bike/bike rack. He was dressed all in black and the bike cover is also black so at first no-one had noticed him. By the time we pulled up and Jim had told us what the hoo haa was about, he had jumped off and legged it up the hillside but not without damaging our bumper, now temporarily stuck to the bodywork with duct tape. The precious Orange Sub 3 Mountain bike is, you will all be so relieved to hear, undamaged! This is the "It could only happen to us" part of the story....why??? We are told it's the first time anything like this has ever happened on one of these tours that have been running for over 30 years! Did I mention...the name's Crompton!!!
I reserve judgement on the food market, suffice it to say I held my trousers up at half mast to walk through...the fruit and veg looked good but the meat and fish and live chickens....not so sure. Didn't buy anything as we only had high denomination notes.
Back at the MH, we are chilling with a G and T and have booked a meal at the restaurant on the campsite this evening with some of the others in our group. It has a good reputation and looks spotless.