I’m back in the UK and enjoying a well deserved rest in-between Morocco and continuing planning for our sub-Saharan African adventure. Rather than eat chewing gum for the mind, I’m turning my thoughts towards ways of making money while travelling to help us continue to fund our trip. When I originally put this Website together, […]

Allow me to humiliate myself by stating the obvious: Africa is big. I’ve just looked our month-long route in Morocco on a map of Africa (top left blue line on the map above, for those of us that are geographically-challenged). After that I’ve sketched our our planned route for the next leg of our trip; […]

We’ve now arrived back in the UK after spending a month in Morocco. Before turning our minds to the planning of our ‘proper’ sub-Saharan Africa trip, I thought I’d take a moment to sum-up my views on Morocco, as we experienced it. Note these are my views only and–crucially–not those of Squiffy! I’ll come right […]

I fell ill in El-Jadida and in-between popping antibiotic pills down my throat, Claire and I watched The Bucket List, a film starring Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman who meet as two dying men who go on write a “Bucket List” (from the expression “to kick the bucket”) containing all the unfulfilled dreams they have […]

We’re en-route from Oulidia to get our flights home from Casablanca and have stopped off in El-Jadida along the way. It’s another coastal town with quite a bit more going on than in the [currently] sleepy resort of Oulidia. I’d really like to be able to tell you a bit more about the place, but […]

After reuniting ourselves with our bags we settled into our room at Motel-Restaurant à l’Araignée Gourmande, which was a very welcome setting compared with most of the grotholes that we had checked ourselves into throughout the past month. The room was spacious, clean and even had a balcony for us to sit out on. Even […]

Here in Morocco, I’m often asked what country I’m from. When I say ‘Wales’ all I get in return is a puzzled look. So I try in French, ‘Pays de Galles’. Ne comprend pas. Then in Spanish, ‘Galles’. Nada. Last night, the shopkeeper couldn’t get it either. I remembered that I bought a little diary […]

You know how your heart sinks and panic sets in when you suddenly realise you’ve locked yourself out, or left your mobile phone on a pub table or similar? Thanks to an incompetent baggage handler, that’s how I was left feeling when our bus driver opened the luggage compartment and our backpacks were not there. […]

Squiffy’s write-up of her Hamman experience is fairly similar to my own, with the following marked differences: I was not coached on whether to remove my underwear or not from under my pinafore. I had a separate scrubber and a masseur. They were both wearing nothing more than the same style pinafore as me. That […]

Boy, I wish I had a better aptitude for learning languages. My GSCE in French may mean that I’m able to buy train tickets and order a coffee, but it certainly didn’t equip me with the vocab necessary to understand an attendant briefing me on the intricacies of hamman etiquette. A ‘hamman’ in Morocco is […]