There’s nothing better than receiving a gift when it’s not Christmas or your birthday. That’s what it felt like on our “after pitch up” walk about.
We leave the coast and head in land. Head up into the hills again for a one nighter, in view of Olvera. We’re on our way to Tarifa Port. Morroco here we come.
What a surprise. We’d never heard of Olvera. But we’re intending to come back and explore. Stunning setting all around this elevated site. Huge humpity dumpity lumps scatter the landscape, like giant molehills. Walking and cycling tracks criss-cross this way and that.
We take one of the site-side tracks and spiral down. There’s no hedgerow. Just an abundance of wild flowers. Many unknown to us (surprise, surprise). Mary-Ann’s gone to heaven. Reincarnated as David Bellamy, she starts snapping. Forty snaps later, we’re back up top. Info at reception says seven hundred different types of wild flower grow in this region.
T-24 hours sees us arrive in Tarifa Port. We need to buy our Maroc tickets. Inside the port office two counters face us. A blue one and a red one. I’ve checked on-line prices. The blue Inter Shipping lady quotes us 350 Euros – gulp. We sidle five metres to the right and purchase from the much nicer red FRS lady for 250 Euros.
13.00 ferry booked for Thursday 3rd May, with an open return.
Signing off from Spain for now. Normal service will be resumed as soon as we can organise SIM cards across the strait.
Strange coincidence – this morning’s Radio 4’s ‘In our time’ was about ‘The Almoravid Empire’.
From Wikipedia:
The Almoravid dynasty was an imperial Berber Muslim dynasty centered in Morocco. It established an empire in the 11th century that stretched over the western Maghreb and Al-Andalus.
Safe journey,
Roger
Will have a look out for any remaining signs of them once we reach Marrakech Rog