We had a leisurely get-away from the old kiln and headed for Madrid. We stopped for a snack at a rip-off service station then drove into the city amongst heavy traffic. We by-passed the centre of town and got on a motorway heading north and found a camping ground about 10 minutes out.
We booked in and set up camp then drove further up the road to a HUGE hyper-market where we spent 2 1/2 hour buying food for tea and yummies for ourselves. Scotty and Mike bought a shopping trolley full of assorted booze to make a sangria for tomorrow night.
Back at camp, we mixed up the sangria and ended up with about 30-35 litres! For tea we had de-hy¹ chicken supreme² with mashed spuds and cabbage then relaxed in the camp bar for the rest of the evening playing pool.
¹The truck carried a supply of dehydrated food in cans for emergency rations. We referred to this stuff as “de-hy” and it was quite revolting. ²”supreme” is the hopeful title given to this pale, amorphous white stew.
We broke camp just as the sun was breaking through the thick fog and drove the last 30 kilometres to Toledo. We stopped for a hot drink in a cafe on the outskirts of town and by the time we got into the city the fog had thickened into cold drizzle with a biting wind.
It took about an hour to find somewhere to park, at the foot of the hill upon which the old part of town is built. Toledo is an old walled city surrounded on nearly every side by the Tagus River, which curves around the base of the hill. The huge palace at the very top of the hill, called the Alcazar, was the scene of the decisive battle of the Spanish Civil War. The Revolutionary Forces, under General Franco, defeated King Juan Carlos’ forces there in 1936 and virtually reduced the place to rubble in the process.
Linda and I walked up one of the narrow streets and found a place to have some lunch then went off in search of the sights. Our first stop was the cathedral which, at first sight, seemed closed but after walking right round we found the entrance and went in. It was a magnificent cathedral with huge pillars reaching up into the vaulted ceiling, with a huge amount of wood panelling and sculptures. There are several works by El Greco including a domed painting called the Transparency and many of the statues are finished in gold. We met Scotty there looking around and together we walked up to the Alcazar.
The palace has been restored to its former glory and turned into a museum of the Spanish Civil War and Spanish military history. One room has been left as it was after a shell exploed in it during the seige of 1936.
About 2:30 we made our way back to the truck and drove out of town in the direction of Madrid. We camped the night in a dis-used brick factory under the cover of a lean-to shed. We found some old pallets to chop up for the fire and made ourselves comfortable. We had a very warm and comfortable night sleeping on the ground around the fire which we kept burning most of the night.
Up and away about 8:30 on a clear and frosty morning we headed up the highway through rolling farmland and olive groves. We stopped for a hot cup of chocolate at a wayside cafe then carried on, heading north.
The whole day was spent travelling and about mid-day, fog and drizzle came down and it got very cold.
We free-camped the night beside the road in an olive grove with the freezing mist swirling around us. The firewood we had wasn’t much good and it took us about two hours to cook up out tea of de-hydrated beef curry, beans and rice. We spent a cold and damp night in the truck.
After a very wet and stormy night, we woke up to find the sky clear and the sea calm. During the night, Russ and Jo’s tent had blown down forcing them to spend most of the night on the floor in the toilet block. Sail had found a dry shed to sleep in and Scotty was asleep in the laundry!
We decided to skip breakfast and stop at a cafe later on so we were away from the camp pretty quickly.
About 9:30 we pulled into a Hypermarket¹ on the outskirts of Malaga. The huge building was full of food, wine & edible stuff we had only dreamed about in Africa! We walked around goggle-eyed at the selection of yummies and couldn’t decide what to buy first. In the end, we settled for some bags of chips, bread, cheese, salami and yoghurt.
We hit the road again, stuffing our faces, and drove until about 12:30 when we stopped for a picnic lunch beside a flooded river amongst some wooded hills.
The afternoon was spent wrapped up in our sleeping bags, dozing , so we didn’t see much of the countryside. About 4;30 we stopped at a camping ground on the northern side of Granada. Scotty told us that the truck kitty would pay for the camping to save us all some money, so we set up camp and got a fire going in a barbeque pit then settled down with a few beers while tea cooked. We had splashed out on some fresh veggies and a couple of jars of pasta sauce so the meal of spaghetti with vegetable bolognese sauce made a welcome change to the dehydrated food we have been eating during our last few days in Africa.
After tea, most of the others got up into the truck out of the wind but Mike, Scotty, Sail and I sat round tipping diesel onto the fire to keep it going and telling jokes.
I spent most of the night getting in and out of the truck with the shits so I was feeling pretty rough when we drove down to the port to catch the ferry. We had a bit of a run-in with an officious wop customs jerk and ended up missing the 9:30 sailing by 2 minutes so we parked up to wait for the 1:00 PM sailing.
Once on board the ferry, we found a comfy seat each and settled in. The crossing of the Straits of Gibraltar was quite rough but not too bad and no-one was seasick. It was pouring with rain and blowing a strong wind as we crossed the fabled straits, with long lines of container ships passing us on their way out into the Atlantic. The Rock¹ passed with just the merest glimpse through the murk then we were into the quiet waters of Algeciras Bay. We had arrived in Europe, and Africa was once again a distant continent: a part of our memories.
Customs were minimal as we disembarked and we drove up the Costa del Sol, now wet and dismal, its hordes of package tourists long gone and the resorts closed and shuttered.
¹The Rock of Gibraltar ² The Costa del Sol is, famously, a destination for English holidaymakers: somewhat tacky and often lampooned,
After a cold shower we packed up our gear and checked out of the hotel. amidst a mumble of complaining about not having another day in Fes (the malcontents were still…well, malcontented!), we drove out of the old city and headed north on the final leg of our journey through Africa.
The road wound up to the top of a range of hills giving a magnificent view out over Fes and the surrounding country. The day was fine and warm and the land was green and fertile under a clear blue sky.
It took all day to drive up to Ceuta¹ at the northernmost tip of Africa, with a few stops along the way for coffee and lunch. At about 4:30, we came over a rise and in front of us was the sea! The Mediterranean rolled calmly into the bay at M’dik-Fnideq, a small town about 20 KM from the border. We spent most of our remaining dirhams on a tooled leather belt for Brian².
We reached the border between Morocco and Spanish North Africa at 6:00, went through the Moroccan side without any trouble, and then stood in the cold wind at the Spanish side, watching Footrot Flats³, of all things, dubbed into Spanish, on a small TV inside the border guard’s hut!
They put a drug dog through the truck (the look of abject terror on the face of Skip, a hardened pot-head, was priceless!) but it found nothing and we were free to go.
We drove into Ceuta and found a campsite on the hill overlooking the sea but most of us slept in the truck as we couldn’t be bothered putting up our tents.
¹Ceuta is an 18 square kilometre enclave of Spanish territory on the northern tip of Morocco (and thus, by definition, on the northernmost tip of Africa) opposite the Spanish city of Cadiz, 14 kilometres away on the other shore of the Straits of Gibraltar. ²Linda’s stepfather. ³ An iconic New Zealand animated movie about a sheepdog and his adventures on his master’s farm: Footrot Flats. NB I carried a stuffed Dog (the sheepdog in the original cartoon strip and the movie is simply called “Dog.”) throughout our world travels.
After cold showers, Pete, Rob, Linda and I went out for a walk to change money and find the post office. After a run-in with one of the many wog dick-heads wanting to be our “official guide”, in which Rob smacked one around the head after he said “fuck off” to her, we found a bank and the PO then returned to the hotel.
Our real official guide, a guy called Good-one (!) was there and me, Mike, Scotty, Sale and Linda headed off in the truck for a tour of the city.
First stop was the Jewish Cemetary where the city’s large Jewish population bury their dead in tombs above ground. Across the road from there we looked at the magnificent gateway to the Royal Palace with its huge brass and copper doors set with mosaic tile patterns.
We then drove up to the hilltop lookout above the city where we had a magnificent view over Fez which was founded in the 9th century as a university teaching Islam and mathematics. The university, which we would visit later, is still teaching today and is the oldest working university in the world.
We entered the Medina via an arched gate and passed into another world. Steep, narrow cobblestoned passage, hemmed in by white-washed walls, led us deep into the mysterious walled city. We looked into a bakery where people bring their flat, round loaves of bread to be baked, and into a hotel/stable where traders from out of town can stay and house their horses or mules. Amongst the motley group of skinny and mis-treated horses, a sore-covered, skin-and-bone horse lay dying amid the rotting hay and evil-smelling mud. An apalling and pathetic sight.
As we walked deeper into the city, through tunnels and small sqwuares, a tell-tale smell told us we were nearing the dye-pits. A dark corridor led us to a courtyrad where men wearing only shorts worked up to their knees in a series of concrete pits, stamping animal hides in brightly-coloured and foul-smelling liquids. We ascended a set of timbe stairs to a rooftop balcony where we looked down on the pits where 80 or so men worked knee-deep in the pits, kneading and tramping the leather.
We bought raisins and nougat in the nearby bazaar and stopped to look through the oldest part of the university, now disused and empty.
Good-one left us for an hour in the government-run carpet shop where the friendly and jovial salesmen soon turned sour and tight-lipped when they realised that we weren’t interested in buying any of their carpets. Good-one himself was fairly sour as he led us back to the truck as his commission had disappeared!
Linda and I had lunch at a small cafe – a lovely meal of salad and tahine vegetables, then spent the rest of the day lounging around at the hotel.