We had a few days ahead of us from the Algarve, and instead of staying quietly at home, we did what we always do: we looked at a map. Morocco was ther...
Morocco had been a dream of ours for years, the kind you talk about far more than you actually chase. So we finally started scratching its surface rather than admiring it from a distance. Crossing over from Spain in the van, parking the camper facing the Atlantic and waking to the call of the muezzin is the sort of culture shock you will not find anywhere else two days from home.
The real first chapter is the crossing: the ferry from Algeciras or Tarifa over to Tanger Med, the vehicle paperwork, and suddenly you are in Africa. Once there we made straight for the coast, and our current favourite has a name, Essaouira, with its wind-battered ramparts, its blue fishing port and a medina that does not fake it. Morocco rewards a slow pace, so we will keep adding to this page as our next trips unfold.
For now, keep Essaouira in your back pocket, it makes an ideal way in. More is coming soon, notebook in hand.