Getting there

Tanger Med is a brand new port and will soon be the largest in Africa. Groups of thin, intent young men wander round the razor wire perimeter hoping to find a way into or under a Scania bound for Europe. The officials are courteous and do not wish to deliver bad news. Officer A will tell you that your clearance will be granted at 3pm. He quietly goes off-shift at 2pm and his place is taken by Officer B, who starts the application again. We remain in customs for 71 hours. The coffee in the lorry drivers caff is very good, the toilets less so.

Once clear of Customs, we head south. The roads are good and we would have made very good progress, except for a police road block. It transpires that our insurance papers are not quite in order. We are fortunate not to be detained overnight in Casablanca. We drive into Marrakech at midnight to meet Graham, who was beginning to despair of ever seeing his glider again. The trailer attracts as much attention as a spaceship.

Next day we head south again, over the Tichka pass through the Atlas. That was the easy bit. Dealing with a five further police road-blocks was the real problem.

Bill washes his shreddies, at last

Over the Tichka pass at 7,000'

Bill's last contented moment, for a couple of days

Arrival in Marrakech, trying to find a place to hide trailer from the cops.

Local primary school has arranged to visit us