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winter trip to Morocco by France and Spain

The wait for our next big trip is too long and so we have decided to spend just short of the winter in Morocco. However, we do take our time and since we anyway have to France and Spain, we'll stay there for a while so. We will come again in time away from home and hardly on the highway, we are already stuck in traffic. That'll be fun. So we take a piece of land containing street and even fast than expected in Luxembourg . Of course there is also the reserve tank and canister filled, as they are known to strike in France and yes we would n take any risks. It's pitch black and our first stop in France Baume les Dames we reached only by using our navigation system. The site is filled to the rafters and we have to use the Complexe Touristica . Here it is very nice, but the night is so cold that we decide without further delay to move on. In Massif Central the slopes are even already sweetened slightly. We can now even do not use because we would have to remain at home.

We can Le Puy and Langogne behind us and look for a parking space at Lac de Naussac . Here, everything is closed and accordingly we are lonely. The walk along the lake is aborted after a short time, the icy wind whistling even with scarf and hat.

But on the day it is wonderful sunny and warm and as we are sometimes so close it now, we still dangling in the Gorges du Tarn . The chance to drive through the canyon without all the tourist track, we want to be but not to be missed. Even from above, we have a great view of the village Ste. Enimie

and again great views into the gorge.

summer are here to bumper to bumper. As we were there, got through that?

About Beziers and Narbonne we reach Gruissan . There on the pitch we again see a larger collection of camper's. The place is very nice and so we stay here for two days.

With our bikes, we explore the area and see flamingos in the lagoons.

We hear the first horror stories camper of the drivers in Avinon or Lyon are stranded due to fuel shortage. But we can only say: Every gas station we had transportation diesel and there were no problems. Maybe it's also because we are only driven through the countryside and have avoided the big cities.

At night it is always too cold, so after Spain and park right up Blanes . We have spent many a holiday in Vorwohnmobilzeiten and now we hang our memories. From camping Sabanell we have the symbol of the City, ruin of fort in mind.

Now comes the acid test for our new e-bikes. We get not the height or? We create it and get on the road sign of appreciation of the drivers. From Juan , we can clearly see how much the city has expanded in recent years. The port is being enlarged to powerful.

Since we do with the wheels were so good, we take the next day still the same always fascinating Botanical Garden Mar y Murta addressed. For the first time we see the fruit of the arbutus tree. You actually see like strawberries if you can eat them but we know not, unfortunately.

The different views invite you to come back to relax and dream.

Various WoMo drivers who want to return to Germany and France have to want to buy us our jerry cans, it seems even here in Spain to be no more. But we keep a precaution. So everything here is filled with diesel, which is still as flat. We see people who 25 are full of the 5-liter water tank with diesel in their pantries. That's somewhere crazy.

As well as it pleases us here, we must tear ourselves away. After three days we are back on road. Accessible through the interior of Hostalric , Vic and Leida, reach up and down we Vinaros . Our camper leader has promised us a parking space in the port, but are there any signs WoMo ban it here for us nothing. We drive along the coast. It's getting dark and we whistle on the signs, just stay in one place. In fact, we spend absolutely safe in a quiet night with a beautiful sunrise over the sea. Next on Benicarló we are already in Pe ñ iscola . Although the picture will say something else, the name of the place is has nothing to do with to do an unusual container for Coke, but is just peninsula.

Although Pe ñ iscola all eyesores that can also be made only committed, the old and Castle Hill an absolute darling.

The castle was once a stronghold of the Moors, then the Knights Templar and later lived here even a pope.

looks so healthy, the poor guy really is not any more.

We are looking for a healthier region and pass through hilly landscapes to Valltorta . The museum here on the drawings and found objects of the so-called Hirsch people has closed Mondays, but there is in this solitude even a campsite with a German owner. So we can then visit the museum the next morning. After all, this is world cultural heritage, although The cave drawings in the original can only be recognized as points. But the museum is quite clear and even has a 10-minute lecture vision to offer in German. Otherwise, only the circular stone houses are to mention the environment.

As far as the eye olive groves. Although used very intensive, but also a few ancient and beautiful items to stand still.

The small town of San Mateu still has an old town with two public wash houses, which until the present day are used.

A place can still be so small, a large church always dominates the center area.

The old frontier fortress Morella , high in the mountains of El Maestrazgo area on the border between Aragon and Valencia a surprise in store for us ready. Here there is an official parking space at its best, free of charge, supply and disposal, and fabulous views of the city and the castle. What is the camper's heart wants more.

We hold nothing in the camper. We swing back to the wheels and so are the 1.5 kilometers to the site completed soon. There is a city wall, winding streets usually ending in stairs, tiny shops with all sorts of goodies and lots of tourists. We must even leave the bikes and we go to walk further and further into the air. From the courtyard of the almost derelict Franciscan of us attracts fortress. The climb is arduous, but we will compensated through the ruin itself. On three levels there are to discover all sorts and also the views of the surrounding area are not too bad, although there can only be seen agricultural area.

The following day our Burro has to make some. We drive up and down passes. The highest, with 1,700 meters height, the Villaroya . But since our journeys through the Andes can scare us any more. A city tour we also have a program point: Teruel, the capital of the province, founded by the Iberians, destroyed by the Romans up and inhabited by 1,500 by the Moors. Have earned the city the beautiful building in Mudejar style, including several towers,

course the cathedral with the green and black Azulejos (tiles)

and the imposing bell tower. Stayed

we have then a Zona Acampada, few kilometers before Sinarcas , in the woods, very lonely; pitch dark and a little scary. So we are soon on their feet and ready for more visits. In Villena we find a parking space next to the castle and get a guide for us all alone. However, we are quickly done, because although the castle from the outside makes a good impression is almost nothing left inside. On the ceiling, with its Moorish ornaments one is particularly proud of. There is also some graffiti from the 17th Century.

In the village itself is not much going on. Even the cafes around the main square have closed and residents are hardly any on the road. The whole place seems deserted. So we drive to the nearest target Novelda . where we experience something new. A sign points the way to Castell and Sanctuario La Magdalena, into a one-way and on our part not to be used. Bernd's instinct is once again called for and we are still in the doubtful pleasure of the chapel in confectioners stem. It is even difficult to recognize us as lay people that the Builder Sala-Sala Gaudi was a student.

In Bigastro we find after some searching, the OClO y Zona de la Pedrera refresco where we set ourselves for the night. We perched high above the city, far away from the houses. But not quite so calm, because the area is visited a few hours of lovers of both sexes. But at some point around here too quiet. In the morning we have a long journey ahead of us. Without further delay (of castles and churches, we have enough at the moment) we head towards Granada. We still have a lot to suffer, we know not the morning. We chose a campsite in Cubillas . After the coordinate data, we can not go, as is specified in the driver something other than our GPS. But just about has been executed hit ever. In a city like Granada that is of course something completely different. Amazingly, we found the campsite very quickly and what is it? He was no more. This is now the xte time that we need to determine: The camps are now built with houses or are at least in front of a restructuring as it is now in our case. Alright, so there are more options in Granada . So we just take La Zubia . Well roared lion. Either we are stupid or our navigation system. We are ushered away from the ring road and then goes off the misery. All roads are torn up, nowhere to get through, the navigation system does not know further more, sometimes right sometimes left, sometimes back, the cars are bumper to bumper. The co-driver is no help and Bernd has once again tear everything out and if need be, he drives times just a one way street in the wrong direction. At some point we are in the suburbs and "Susie" know again where she is. But now they send us through narrow alleys and lanes. Only thanks to the dual tires can Bernd prevent slipping in a ditch in a cinematic turn in the journey. A tire hanging over the ditch, but the second had more solid ground. The highlight is a street wall on both sides to work closely and also kurvig.Nachdem we are the third time in the same place were there was a police car. We have stopped and the police officers then ushered us to the place. The solution was: The entrance of the square has been laid and Susie always wanted to send us to the back. Total at the end we are still glad to have only arrived at last. After some time of rest, we are looking around the small square and do not believe our eyes. We recognize the camper by friends from Cologne. Brigitta and Tibur are with her friends Andrea and Klaus on the way to Morocco. Sometimes the world is a village, as also, all four also South America driver. The course we have to discuss thoroughly and so we spend the first time on this trip one evening with 6 people in our camper. Thus, the stress of the day is forgotten. In the morning we make a farewell photo of Brigitta and Tiber. We will remain so today.

cats visit, we also have a great deal and although the sun is already warming up to each other here.

our plan with the wheels to drive the 7 km into the center, we give up very quickly when we see the traffic. We take the bus and could have the same walk, because, first comes a half hour any and then he, like all others in the traffic jam. We do not need to visit the Alhambra, which we already know enough. Enough for us today, a stroll through town and starts again in the cathedral, which added what is really her.

Then we stroll the narrow streets up to the Albaicin (Arab quarter) with Mirador at the church of San Nicolás . In the shops they sell spices and herbs, tea and kebabs, their names are Marrakech, or similar, the goods come from the East and we are already almost seems as if we were already there. Only now it begins to rain. From the Mirador, we have a beautiful view of the Alhambra and can watch the throng of visitors.

are very different in Albaicin the houses. Some scruffy, but still others lovingly maintained and are nice little places there, too.

The old Arab Bad is just a museum.

Already we are back at the Rio Darro , the border between the Albaicin and the Alhambra. Then the pedestrian zone and we get the impression that all the inhabitants of Granada make a shopping trip.

a little we will stay in Spain before heading to Morocco. Of these the next time