So, another night on call. A wet foggy night! Beautiful. Just the usual 45mile loop through Torbay and Exeter. I've been doing less riding recently, but have spent some time organising the talks we are due to give. It shouldn't really be a surprise that bikers, recruited to ride, might be reluctant to stand up and talk to a crowd about what we do.
Well now, where was I? Oh yes, we were relaxing in a rural courtyard hotel. Renovated stone buildings, swimming pool, quality restaurant, real beds and an ensuite. It was certainly a day of contrasts! We finished the day in a rural mountain campsite. Largely resembling a small meadow with leat and basic facilities.
We headed to Arganil yesterday. The roads were boring, but it was in the right direction. Traffic lights, industrial areas, and towns all the way. At the end we hit a good road, nice and twisty, single carriageway, not too many towns and villages.
We caught the bus to Lisbon this morning. I had a chat with a Swiss family, who were speaking 'high German' and French. We passed on the best custard tarts in Portugal. I can't eat custard, and Zane thinks it's wrong cold.
We woke last night to the sound of crickets chirruping, and then this morning to the intense buzzing of bees or wasps in the tree above our tent. (Note to anyone wanting to open a camp-site, the ground needs to be soft enough for tent pegs, and shade providing trees are excellent, but not too much wildlife though please!)
We moved on yesterday to Camping Villsom in Dos Hermanas. We passed acres more Sunflowers in fields by the roadside. All facing the same way, looking at the sun. The roads towards Seville were all pretty straight, but fast. We stuck to the A roads as much as possible, but had a few stretches of motorway.
We're back on European soil today (sailed Sat 14th) camped in the kitesurfing Mecca of Tarrifa. Friday was a 'day off' by the sea. We did washing, walked by the sea, found a spot of lunch in town.
We took the scenic road to Chefchauen, as recommended by Jackie and Danny, an English couple we have seen at several sites up the Atlantic coast and beyond. The first half was a great game of dodge the pothole. In fact Jackie said she was in trouble for choosing the road.
Bonjour! We moved on despite Zane being unwell, leaving our ocean front campsite and heading on we did a short hop to Kenitra. We tried to stop sooner, but of 3potential campsites we only found one, and it did not look appealing.
After my brush with the camp-site pets (cockroaches) I opted for a little night-time alfresco weeing! The roaches don't run away, they run towards you. I jumped over one, thinking it was headed for a hiding place behind me, but no. It turned back towards me.