Out of Africa

Today was a funny old day. Left Fes with the idea of getting my feet wet at the seaside in Larache and then heading for Spain tomorrow. Instead, Morocco decided to give me a 'soft day' as it is called in Ireland. It dribbled on me the whole day long. Not proper rain that falls and then you can get on with your day but that seeping relentless kind that eventually fills your boots, no matter what you have on. Cold soggy stuff. So I texted my weather consultant Richard and he gave me the good news that it is going to rain everywhere I plan to be for the next 3 days. Crap.

Didn't really take my camera out today, only took 6 pictures all day, a new low for me. In one of the few dry moments in the day, I stopped on a single lane bridge behind some cars that were following a herd of cattle and was then swamped by this flock of very mucky sheep closely followed by their jolly shepherds. The highlight of the day.


Decided then to go for Spain via Larache and if it dried up then I would stay one more night. It started to pour and and then I said sod it, my heart was not in it anymore. Tapas for tea, so I headed for Tangier. Arrived at ferryport at 1740, used all but my last 20DH to buy the ticket, was on ferry at 1757 and in spain at 1840. Even the ridiculous customs bureaucracy was made easy by the rain. Goodbye Africa and Morocco...for now.

Checked into a trucker hostel and I had a craving for something not Tagine. So I ordered the 8 Euro 'Menu del Dia' and ate some real Spanish brown food. No vegetable or vitamin content whatsoever. Some sort of fried rendered chicken rubbish. I was starving and I only stopped when I realised I was probably doing myself more harm than good. The coffee was excellent though. What I wouldnt give to have a nice green salad.....not had one since the Brittany ferries trip a month ago. Salad in Morocco is a good way to sample all the local microbes and spendf a lot of time talking to God on the bugh white telephone.