So the following day we left Fawlty Towers and headed further south, satnav throwing a thromby now and again as we were travelling between newly laid motorway and old roads. "Drive to highlighted route" she screamed then proceded to re-calculate, I had to smile :)
Fuel, food and fluids, it was getting warmer and warmer
After a couple of fuel stops we finally made it to Alhaurin el Grande, punched search for hotels in the satnav and picked one out. We rumbled through the narrow streets as people stop and stared as we made it to our destination, prices negotioted and rooms were booked. Bikes parked and secured, showers was had and clean clothes were worn and we then went in search of food.
We found a great little seafood restaurant and had a feast.
The next day we made the short journey to visit Hana at www.motoadventours.com
where we had arranged to get our tyres swapped over and to store any gear we wouldn't need until the return of our journey. Hana and her partner Dakar rider Patrick Trahan run organised tours in Morocco, it was great to chat with Patrick and share some of his stories from the Dakar, he was generous in his advice for us newbies visiting Morocco for the first time also.
After chatting we got busy with the bikes.
Terry and Pete chatting with Hana
Jack looking busy
Jack checking that the young lad was cleaning the bike properly, that's what she told me anyway!
Then showing a bit of interest
Someone had taken the only jack in the building so they could remove both wheels! Not mentioning any names like
I then realised we did have another jack....... Jack
As the rear wheel was done I could now get the front one removed while Jack sat on the bike
Cracking place and set up Hana had, plenty of bike space, decent set of tools and equipment and lots of storage space for bike gear and tyres.
We eventually got finished around lunchtime, a few last minute tips from Hana on where to eat and stay and one last bit of advice from Patrick and we were on our way to the port. Originally we were going to sail from Algecieras, but Hana called ahead and she told us that we wouldn't get there in time for the next scheduled crossing and advised us to go to Tarifa, which we did.
We checked in and paid our fees for the crossing to Tangier. Man I was so excited and giddy, we were actually here, within the next couple of hours we would be crossing into north Africa, another continent. Wow!
Waiting for the ferry.
Jack found time to check out her phone
As we were waiting and chatting and being pretty excited, some gent offered to take our picture.
Then the boat arrived.
Bikes fastened securely
My first sighting of Morocco
We were almost there! Next up the dreaded port! We'd heard so many tales and stories about touts and thieves, we were about to experience it for ourselves. Anticipation and a touch apprehension washed over us as we unsecured the bikes and rode off the ramps and into the port...................