Hola Spain

Over 5 years ago on our first trip when pulling into the castle carpark at Fuengirola we were greeted at our window by a friendly native voice saying “Are your names Paul & Andi”, not expecting anyone to know us in Spain we reluctantly admitted to it wondering how he knew us. It turned out…

Off We Go…..Our Route through France

With our nervous dog as our co passenger we decided the best option was to take the tunnel across the water to France for this trip where she could stay in the motorhome with us. Our compromise being that we would take some short stretches of toll in France to get us around some major…

The Atlantic Coast from Agadir to Asilah

After reluctantly dragging ourselves away from Tafraroute, now one of favourite spots in Morocco, we made our way back towards the coast. The drive coast bound took us through rolling hills of red clay where a mass of Argan trees grow. Argan trees are unique to Morocco and the oil they produce is some of…

Tafraroute

With temperatures set to rise on the coast, it was time  to move towards the mountains where although we’d once again experience colder nights the daytime temperatures of early to mid twenties were set to be perfect. The area of Tafraroute in the Anti Atlas Mountains had long been on my radar and it had…

A new record in Sidi Ifni

One of the things that Paul and I are not too good at is staying in one place for very long when we are travelling, there are always so many new things and places to discover we have found ourselves often doing a whistle stop tour of a location then promptly moving on to the…

Driving Todra and Dades Gorges in a motorhome

Our drive from the Desert towards the base of Todra Gorge at the town Tinghir took us via the modern university town of Errachidia, so we took the opportunity to do a “big shop”. Most of the shopping particularly in remote areas is done at local stores or a local souk (market). We’d managed perfectly…

Sunsets in the Sahara

When I think of Morocco I think of ancient medinas, rolling deserts, blue painted hillside towns. I think of colourful tiles and piled Tagines and Berber men wrapped in blue turbans. I think of so many things; colour, sounds, religion, tradition. Yet I never really thought of mountains. Whilst in Meknes we checked the weather…