We've embraced the 'Slow' philosophy as a way of life - what's the hurry?. Taking time to smell the roses (usually on a glass of Viognier) is more our style. Having spent more then 3 years on the road, slow travel has become a way of life. We have revised our plans completely and now focus on quality, not quantity, slowly.
Once again this post is late due to lack of internet.
We’d read about the drug
dealers and drug gangs in The Rif but decided that our Mog would protect us,
and Lawrence was keen to cross this range to complete our Moroccan mountain
The idiots on the side of
the road and in cars trying to flag us down were merely annoying, and fairly
easily ignored. They were just a pest. It was the idiots driving the ‘grand
taxis’ that were the threat to our lives (plus the buses, trucks and general maniacs). The Police are also a real menace with their continual road blocks which don't seem to achieve anything - maybe just collecting bribes.
A typical Riff Town - we didn't feel compelled to stay
I stopped counting the
number of near head-on collisions, it was simply terrifying. If I’d been
driving we’d both be dead by now. Lawrence was forced off the road several
times to avoid collision, but this was fraught as well due to riff-raff on the
side. If we’d known how bad it was we’d never have driven that way as the
scenery was not ‘unmissable’, nothing near as spectacular as the High Atlas.
Lawrence will post a missive
on the driving, so I won’t go on.
When we finally arrived in
Chefchaouen we were both completely exhausted, and downed several beers in
quick succession. Feeling slightly seedy today, but the town here is lovely and
there is no hassle in the souk, therefore feeling relaxed again.
Tomorrow we head to Martil
on the Med before taking the boat back to Spain (which we now think of as
home), and back to our lovely camp in El Puerto de Santa Maria.