We spend a relaxing five days in Essaouria recovering from the mountain experience of woe. Essaouria was a really fab place, busy but relaxed with a combination of artists and rastas who made the whole town have a very chilled out feel. Spent our time sitting and watching and learning to walk again. In our time there we managede to swim in the seam eat freshly caught sardines, flood our bedroom, have a home cooked meal and meet someone who's grandma new Jimi Hendrix (he had a house there). We also made incomprehensible music with some very drunk Moroccans and had [View Full Entry]

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We arrived in the little villiage of Imelil, a quiet place nestled in the foothills of the Atlas mountains. It was a strange place, with a lot of men sitting around doing nothing, but it was clean, quiet and far removed from the tourist and Lonely Planet trails. Our room was cheap but was also cold, damp and slightly depressing with no one else staying around the rather large courtyard. We spent the first evening squashing flies that kept slapping us in the face the minute we turned the light off. Despite this it was such a nice change to hear [View Full Entry]

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We took the train from Rabat to Marrakech and were sat with four art college piglets from the UK which made the journey long and tiresome, we remedied this by sleeping with our heads against the grubby glass for the 4 1/2 hour journey. I pretended to know where the hotel was and dragged Alice with a heavy bag several kilometres through the streets of Marrakech, eventually we found a lovely, little room above a tranquil, orange tree shaded courtyard. The man was really friendly and had a laugh like the deformed monster from The Goonies. The main square in Marrakech [View Full Entry]

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Salaam and welcome to Rabat the capital of Morocco. According to the Lonely Planet this is a place where you come to undertake essential business and rest from life on the African road. We have found it to be more of a place where you can see how Morocco really works, how people make their money and how rich and poor collide in a city deviod of the tourist scene that dominates both Fes and Marrakech. Alice fell for Rabat almost immediately while I took a while to come around to it's charms. The feeling of being utterly faceless was strange [View Full Entry]

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Greeting to all from Fez. So since you last heard from us we have left the little town of Chefchaouen and ventured to the big city of Fez. They are two quite different kettles of fish as the populations indicate (Chaouen 45,000 Fez 1.3 million). We arrived by bus which took about 6 hours and took us from the heights of the Rif Mountains down to the rolling farmland that seperates the Rif from the Atlas Mountains. It's a weird contrast travelling by road in Morocco, so much so that we decided to put together a little list: Things that make [View Full Entry]

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Bonjour! Well we have safely arrived in Morocco and have ended up in a small town called Chefchaouen which is high up in the Rif Mountains. We started our journey with an EasyJet flight to Malaga on Sunday then we spent a night in the Hotel Zeus in the delightful city of Malaga. We left quite late on the Monday morning and walked to the bus station to catch the midday service to Algeciras. We were suitable disappointed with the number of package tourists on this bus as there were a glut of them on the plane in hen party pink [View Full Entry]

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For personal reasons we have had to delay our departure by two weeks. All things being well we will now leave the sunny shores of the UK on Sunday 4th June. Chris [View Full Entry]

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So here it is, the final day at MegaLab USA. I can barely believe it's actually come round and in just over two weeks we'll be leaving the familiarity of the UK jetting off to sunny Malaga. It seems like such a short time ago that it was the deepest bowels of winter when on some days I couldn't have wanted to leave more. Alice is right that we got the whole timing the wrong way round, we should have worked through the summer here then escaped just before the winter but it is the way it is. It's been a [View Full Entry]

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The contract on my house expires on the 10th May 2006, I've calculated that's 55 working days from now. I've put that into perspective for myself: 55 times I will curse my phone’s alarm then press snooze 105 incidents of dropping my £1.05 fare into the exact change only machine on the bus 153 angered moments of pressing Alt-F4 to get Windows 2000 to respond 220 bad white coffees consumed from the machine (mine’s a 12 strong if you’re asking) >500 corporate announcement emails detailing the latest J&J acquisition Then I can get the plan together, get my stuff t [View Full Entry]

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