Andalusia would be in itself a separate trip value and not for nothing that Granada year-round season. We must break away to rule, because our goal is no longer so remote. But now comes only once a test, they fill us not our own gas bottle with gas or LPG? Because of the cold morning, we have heated a lot and with only one full bottle we do not want to travel to Morocco. What do we do we ever thought? Of course, they fill the bottle here (Brad, thank you for the tip.) carefree we drive fast towards Antequera and see already well on the road information on ticket sales for the Morocco Ferries (always the same in Arabic script, since we can settle the same). First, we will We ask only obligation quotations, but then we buy the same voucher, again one less worry. On minor roads through mountainous countryside, we reach Ronda, one of the dream cities of Spain. First, we stay on one camping Ronda Sur swing and then we take with us on the bikes around the city. Erschaudernd look easy We deeply from the Puente Nuevo down into the Tajoschlucht .
The houses stand up to the edge of the abyss. 150 meters deep, the river Guadalevín here has been excavated. The city was founded by the Romans, later came under Moorish rule, and this is to recognize all the corners and end.
We can not take us for a photo in the gorge to cycle down. That's where our E-Bikes and we are on the way back, but a good sweat, but it is worth to us all the effort.
The onward journey the next morning we are always views of the white villages, literally stuck in part on the mountain slopes, granted.
noon we reach already Tarifa . We cover the LIDL supermarket or even a with all kinds of consumer goods, and go into the harbor. A nice employee changes in the voucher to a ticket, we get the forms for the people enter, toll-free number for to the ferry and then we shall reverse the ramp. There is little rush, except we are only two other camper's there and of course a lot of cars. All fit on it and off you go mad driving.
already on the ferry, we get by a customs officer on entry stamp for Morocco and 40 minutes later, we roll off the boat and into the port of Tangier . The AIDA is already there.
Until now it was easy and that just can not stay that way! The vehicle import is next on the program. We have to fill out a form. The questions are in Arabic and French and both we do not control unfortunately. But I have at home already listed everything as this was in the form must enter. Customs officials come and look, others come and see all through, but we are still there. From a must for us for no apparent reason Bernd now the police into the next building. He gets a man sent to accompany. Leads him to a long queue and people meant to him that he must do now here. Bernd rolls his eyes (How was the number one rule:. Remain always friendly and never ask why) Oh yes, there is another possibility but the costs. For 10, - € he may be a switch on which it stands then alone. An official of twisting and turning the passport, makes a catch on the Importationsbescheinigung, are ok. Bernd and must go. Of course he does not now, but 10, - € to be paid, he pushes the man 3, - € in the hand and now is the stupid because with a face. Finally we can leave the customs area. Far we do not, a man will leave in the middle of the road and calls for allowing the port may be a propina (tip). Now we need to us, however, by the courtesy. A few unkind words fall and then we are finally out there. Morocco we come from. Now as soon as possible to get out of Tangiers. This city, we can not do that for a start. Well just that we South African cities are used to. Click here for the same, only becoming an additional aggravating factor that the signs, if any, in Arabic script, and then only in Latin. Until we have driven since that takes so his time. Absence of instructions we go too far out of town and can not find our first overnight stay. We turn around and ask, just pick shrug. No one knows the Grottes d'Hercule , no one can read the writing on the map and slowly it is about time for us, because 17:30 Clock it gets dark. At some point we ask for "Erkül" and finally they know what we want. In fact, with the last ray of light we arrive at the campsite. Oh this is a tough time for us! Totally exhausted, we are already at 20.00 clock in our bed. But on the morning the world looks very different again and we begin to acclimatise to us. Now we want the first time to visit the grotto. According to legend, Hercules has retreated into this limestone cave after he created the Strait of Gibraltar.
The opening to the sea in memory of the outline of Africa.
We go to beautiful sunny weather on a small road at Cap Spartel along. Time and again there are places to swim and so we get the first, if somewhat pollute impression. To get on our day's route, we must once again through Tangier, but today is somehow much easier to pay. Before us, a truck with the good shrimps, which are sometimes just gepuhlt briefly in Morocco and then come with us "fresh" on the table. Meal!
Past Cap Malabata, continues along the sea, we make a few stops to enjoy the view. We slowly get used to the many different spellings of the places and observe the direction of the English enclave of Ceuta, which means but here Sebta. On the way to pass Jabal Musa we have a good view of the pillars of Hercules the Jbel Musa and the Rock of Gibraltar . In addition to the huge new, first opened in 2007, Tangier Port Mediterranea .
We reach the road junction to Ceuta / Sebta . There so many dreams burst of prosperity in Europe back to the deportation to native poverty. However, we continue to luxurious, palm-fringed beach promenades and seemingly never-ending white cottages over to Martil and there to the campsite Al Boustan . From there we take a taxi to get to the big city Tétouan . The former pirate haunt whose recent history is now a growing city with one of the highest crime rates in Morocco, but also world culture heritage with its Medina and exactly that is our goal. Make the visit of our first Medina (Old Town) for us is not a fiasco, we take an authorized guide. The Tour begins on Place Hassan II
by Bab (Gate) he Rou and already we are well within the hubbub of the streets and souks (market / shop). Our guide Mohammed (How could he mean then?) Introduces us unerringly through the maze. Everything your heart desires can buy one here. A new holiday dress complacent?
We have shown everything from hammam (bath house) only from the outside, of course, there are separate hours for men and women, miserable homes and renovated luxury, Some mosques (even from outside, access denied to us infidels) to the Mellah (former Jewish quarter, there is always the jewelry stores). Inevitably we end up in a carpet store. There we must first of all climb onto the roof and admire a small part of the medina from the top.
There Pfeffermünztee (green tea, fresh mint and lots of sugar, which is incredibly tasty and will get addicted) to then roll up the carpets. This woman must preserve nerves, show interest and buy just anything.
sitting Many artisans in tiny little room and go about their business. In this case the other carvers, who can see themselves willingly in his work.
Over two hours we were to have increasingly taken on the road and fortunately a leader, because our focus is now zero. One, we still got along the way, when the dyer and the eggs dealers are there, then an output is in sight. These jobs are considered inferior and are always located on the edge of Medina. With the last daylight we reach the main square, which is now populated with strolling people of all ages. Rapidly we look for a taxi to get back the 10 kilometers to go back to Martil.
Another day we spend here at the bike a little to explore the area and our first purchases in the markets to make. It's not bad that we can hardly read French, the ordinary people anyway speaks almost entirely in Arabic, Berber languages, and any, much to my delight English. We head to Chefchaouen and strip it outskirts of Tetouan . At the end there is a primitive sheep market. Since we obviously have to stop and take pictures.
It is now in the Rif Mountains . A varied landscape, small villages and many olive trees delight the eye. Of the hemp plantations far and wide to see anything. In Chefchaouen Burro to breathe properly, because it is extremely steep and winding up at the campsite Azilan . We are rewarded for it with a beautiful view of the village and a narrow, rocky path down to the village. Immediately after the exit gate of the camp a couple of men waiting for us and offer us hashish. Chefchaouen was formerly a paradise for dropouts.
In fifteen minutes we managed to descend to keep us but first not in time clear Medina on (general direction either up or down, so that simple), but looking at the new town for the first time the market, because today is Tuesday and Thursday Market day is here. Markets are and will remain for us a fascinating world. We need to ask us to do amazing things. In all of our guides, is a man (particularly a foreigner) should never address a woman, not even ask for directions. Since only Bernd speaks some French, he asks, just men. The generally know not where it's at. Almost always by young women, veiled or unveiled and speak English with us. Us to shine and tell the track. Undoubtedly Morocco is on the way into the modern world, the young, cosmopolitan King Mohammed VI was you.
have After the hustle bustle of the market we finally eyes to the Medina. Here dominate the white and blue. Since all are on the market, we have the lanes almost to ourselves.
Time and again you can discover beautiful spots.
are of course here the inevitable souvenir shops, but really is not intrusive.
The place we like so well that we hang like another day to it. An alarm clock we do not need more, as the muezzin calls promptly and vociferously from the minaret. Suddenly things get tight. A British-led group of caravans and mobile homes is applied. 18 vehicles and the camp is jam-packed. However, this has an advantage for us, a young Berber accompanied the group and there is little of everything. As Bernard states that have some Internet access, although there is still no WiFi zone, he asks how it can be. The young man spoke a few words of German and English. It can is given by Bernd Dhs 500 rushes, in the village, comes back with a pen of UMTS Maroc Telecom and we are on the web. Simple as that is in 30days we need to extend the, let's see if it works then. Several times we go down the rocky road to the village and back we always lazy then a taxi. Since we all want to experience again at night, we go just before dusk down again. Since the Kasbah (castle) has opened, we can also visit us and pick from above ever a nice restaurant.
One of the minarets, seen through a window of the Kasbah.
We eat on the rooftop terrace of the restaurant Aladin our first tagine (stew cooked in a clay mold) and come before us, as in the tales of 1001ner night.
Since then we too close to the campsite, we will go back to driving. On and on through the Rif Mountains. This is where the farmers from growing hemp. The cultivation is not banned by the way, just trade with it. 800,000 people live on it and 42% of world production is generated here. But gone are the days where tourists stopped by force and forced to purchase were to them to squeal to the police and then oh dear! Unmolested we can now travel through the mountains. Ca. 20 kilometers Ouazzane, somewhere in the open field, we see a big crowd. Once again a market. We park on the roadside Burro, cross a small river and already we are in the middle.
mountains of olives are delivered here and find buyers.
Since we are still newcomers to Morocco, we can get more of Medina's not enough and so we make the next stop in Ouazzane. We find a parking space at the entrance to the medina and make our way. Here we see very many crafts and all can be readily To photograph what is not necessarily a given. Here are gerödelt cords and processed to Borden.
The working conditions of metal processors are not exactly rosy.
The inevitable and the mosque because of the color of the tiles so-called green minaret.
We are left once again only the handsome entrance. Entering forbidden to unbelievers.
What shall we say, on 18 November is National Day and there will every house Eat mutton. The cost much money and such a poor weaver but will not disappoint his family. Since you have to buy as a tourist but a blanket. Against such arguments, we are powerless, and the first blanket in the camper (we'll see how many there will be) recover We are on the pitch of Motels Rif shortly after Ouazzane and need us.
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