We drove to Cap Spartel in the extreme north west, with it's long, sandy beaches pounded by the Atlantic surf. Then on to the Grottes d'Hercule where the sea has carved impressive caves out of the cliffs and finally to the lighthouse. This is where the Mediterranean and Atlantic meet and the view is breathtaking.
From the north we drove through Tanger and south to Tetouan before joining the N16 along the zig zag coastal road of the Rif to Oued Laun.where we should have spent the night at the Municipal site. Unfortunately, due to the speed of construction, the site had been swallowed up by reinforced concrete and the foundations of a hotel. Despite the sounds of pile drivers,sheep still roamed the village streets! A car park guardian moved a barrier so that we could access a Tarmac area, where we slept alongside a French camper that had arrived earlier.
The six weeks has disappeared quicker than a bottle of wine with dinner and the thought of being on the ferry to Algeciras leaves us quite saddened. Perhaps it's a case of the more you see of this amazing country, the longer you want to stay and immerse yourself in the sights, sounds and colours.
There have been so many changes, in just the twelve months, since we were last here. Roads, housing, tourism, piped water,sanitation and electricity are found in the remotest of locations ; children have to go to school and the there is less poverty in the countryside as agriculture provides both an income and a healthy diet.
The stereo typical picture of Morocco is fast disappearing but we are pleased to have been able to witness some of the traditions and charm, before it is swallowed up by the bland face of globalism.
From the north we drove through Tanger and south to Tetouan before joining the N16 along the zig zag coastal road of the Rif to Oued Laun.where we should have spent the night at the Municipal site. Unfortunately, due to the speed of construction, the site had been swallowed up by reinforced concrete and the foundations of a hotel. Despite the sounds of pile drivers,sheep still roamed the village streets! A car park guardian moved a barrier so that we could access a Tarmac area, where we slept alongside a French camper that had arrived earlier.There have been so many changes, in just the twelve months, since we were last here. Roads, housing, tourism, piped water,sanitation and electricity are found in the remotest of locations ; children have to go to school and the there is less poverty in the countryside as agriculture provides both an income and a healthy diet.
The stereo typical picture of Morocco is fast disappearing but we are pleased to have been able to witness some of the traditions and charm, before it is swallowed up by the bland face of globalism.
