After Jackki left Marrakech I had a sense that essentially I had done what I wanted to do in Morocco and that the trip needed a boost to avoid the last week feeling like that long journey home after a great holiday. Had to get back to the mindset of travel being the holiday and find some momentum. Decision made I decided to pile on the miles and head north with the objective of reaching Tanger quickly but without resorting to the motorway. It was a holiday weekend of some kind in northern Morocco so I made a few stops to watch the multi-coloured festivities but didnt hang around too long. Got to Khenifra just as it went dark on Saturday night, found a hotel easily enough but went slightly up market in the hope of a hot shower. Success. Lots of miles in the bag and properly clean again! Up early to a clear and beautiful morning, adjusted the chain on the bike in the shade and checked everything out. Started without problem and off we went headed north again. Basically just kept going apart from fuel stops (unleaded for her, cafe au lait for me) and got to Tanger in early afternoon. Absolute chaos as expected but since I already had a ticket it was all made much easier since I simply had to ride up to the Police and Customs desk. Passport and bike paperwork stamped without the help of the many people offering it and then joining the queue of bikes and cars waiting to get on the fast ferry. The Tangier Ferry Chaos

There were a dozen or so bikes this time and we were loaded straight after the foot passengers, of whom there seemed to be thousands and I was amazed just how trusting some of the guys were. They parked the bike as directed and then just left it to be strapped down by the crew. My paranoia was not allowing this and I strapped the bike down myself and checked it with the crew as always. Rough crossing with sick bags being handed out and the boat jumping around all over the place. Bikes all okay and I rode off into Spain to start the return leg. Intention is to take a different route and see a little more of Spain, first stop Benalmedina and another hot shower but get me away from all these British holidaymakers with thousands of kids and English bars, cafes. This is not my kind of holiday location but it served its purpose last night.