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Merhaba !
Leaving Spain I was thinking that there were really a lot of roundabouts in this country, I love them but sometimes there are just too many ... Like when there are no other turns then straight ahead hahaha, really, in Spain I saw !
So that night I slept .... at a roundabout !
I was looking for a place to camp in the bushes or something but there was just nothing ( good )
So I decided to go for the camping in this town, ehhh, Arcos de la frontiere it was called I believe.
Or something like that ...
When I entered town I asked a man who just came out of his house where the camping was.
No camping anymore he said.
Oh no, cycling a good 100 + kilometers those are things you do not want to hear ...
I was thinking and suddenly saw these trees in front of his house, just outside the gate, nice flat land.
So I asked him if I could place my tent there just for the night, which was good.
Also asked if it was safe and he agreed again.
Perfect !
And a beautiful roundabout just in front of my tent ! ( later police come for some traffic control but they didn't even look at me )
Next day I visited Gibraltar, a big rock separated by land by an ....airstrip !
Cycled all the way to the end and there it was ....Africa !
It was a special moment to leave Europe behind, special in good and some sad way's ....
But first I had to cycle back to Algeciras.
24 euro and an hour on the ferry brought me in Ceuta, a little Spain in Morocco.
Through the customs and turn right, up into the mountains !
A very, very hard climb up for too many kilometers followed ... Hot is was too, sweating a lot !
High up in these mountains I found a great spot for my tent, on the top of a mountain, nice vieuws !
In the middle of the night I could enjoy some more of the scenery, I had to get out of my tent because it almost blew away !
In my underwear I had to hammer a few more pegs into the ground.
Cycling through beatiful mountains I saw a sign for Fes, 234 km.
That day I cycled 60 km so I thought, okay, 2 1/2 day to Fes, great !
I made a (hard) hundred that day so only 2 more days to go.
Next day cycling was very hard again and suddenly I saw a sign, Fes 190 km.
Checking my computer it should be a 180 km.
Shit, 10 km more.
Okay, I cycle today 105 km and tomorrow 105 km again.
But, later that day it grew even worse, another sign told me it was suddenly 20 km's more ...
Grrr , okay, I will try to cycle 110 and so I did.
Next day the story repeated itself; a sign was telling me 150 km to Fes where it should be 120.
O boy no !!!
What is this ?
For the third time I accepted ( had to didn't I ? ) but it was not the last time ...
Can you believe that another sign told me it was another 10 km more, so 40 km's more than at day 1 !!!
I threw out a few good dutch swears but that didn't help either ...
Later that day I arrived in Fes, the last sign's were lying.
I only cycled 104 km in stead of 120 or 130.
So, never ever trust moroccan roadsigns ! ( it was actually quite funny to read them, one sign says 93 km, 2 km's futher it suddenly is 115 or something like that
Fes
Fes is a nice town, lots of things to see and lots of clothes I washed.
People are very friendly, I am having a good time !
Tomorrow I will cycle to Rabat, have to arrange my visa for Mauritania there.
Greetings !
Merhaba !
Leaving Spain I was thinking that there were really a lot of roundabouts in this country, I love them but sometimes there are just too many ... Like when there are no other turns then straight ahead hahaha, really, in Spain I saw !
So that night I slept .... at a roundabout !
I was looking for a place to camp in the bushes or something but there was just nothing ( good )
So I decided to go for the camping in this town, ehhh, Arcos de la frontiere it was called I believe.
Or something like that ...
When I entered town I asked a man who just came out of his house where the camping was.
No camping anymore he said.
Oh no, cycling a good 100 + kilometers those are things you do not want to hear ...
I was thinking and suddenly saw these trees in front of his house, just outside the gate, nice flat land.
So I asked him if I could place my tent there just for the night, which was good.
Also asked if it was safe and he agreed again.
Perfect !
And a beautiful roundabout just in front of my tent ! ( later police come for some traffic control but they didn't even look at me )
Next day I visited Gibraltar, a big rock separated by land by an ....airstrip !
Cycled all the way to the end and there it was ....Africa !
It was a special moment to leave Europe behind, special in good and some sad way's ....
But first I had to cycle back to Algeciras.
24 euro and an hour on the ferry brought me in Ceuta, a little Spain in Morocco.
Through the customs and turn right, up into the mountains !
A very, very hard climb up for too many kilometers followed ... Hot is was too, sweating a lot !
High up in these mountains I found a great spot for my tent, on the top of a mountain, nice vieuws !
In the middle of the night I could enjoy some more of the scenery, I had to get out of my tent because it almost blew away !
In my underwear I had to hammer a few more pegs into the ground.
Cycling through beatiful mountains I saw a sign for Fes, 234 km.
That day I cycled 60 km so I thought, okay, 2 1/2 day to Fes, great !
I made a (hard) hundred that day so only 2 more days to go.
Next day cycling was very hard again and suddenly I saw a sign, Fes 190 km.
Checking my computer it should be a 180 km.
Shit, 10 km more.
Okay, I cycle today 105 km and tomorrow 105 km again.
But, later that day it grew even worse, another sign told me it was suddenly 20 km's more ...
Grrr , okay, I will try to cycle 110 and so I did.
Next day the story repeated itself; a sign was telling me 150 km to Fes where it should be 120.
O boy no !!!
What is this ?
For the third time I accepted ( had to didn't I ? ) but it was not the last time ...
Can you believe that another sign told me it was another 10 km more, so 40 km's more than at day 1 !!!
I threw out a few good dutch swears but that didn't help either ...
Later that day I arrived in Fes, the last sign's were lying.
I only cycled 104 km in stead of 120 or 130.
So, never ever trust moroccan roadsigns ! ( it was actually quite funny to read them, one sign says 93 km, 2 km's futher it suddenly is 115 or something like that
Fes
Fes is a nice town, lots of things to see and lots of clothes I washed.
People are very friendly, I am having a good time !
Tomorrow I will cycle to Rabat, have to arrange my visa for Mauritania there.
Greetings !
