fun on border
sorry for delay on blog update as my mother used to say when i travelled in my twenties I know when your having good time as you only write when you are bored A worried night was spent prior to heading for Rosso an irish guy sorry terriable on names was to very kindly travel to the rosso crossroads to try and take the attention of me at roadblock thanks mate your a true traveller, it partley worked they didnt ask for parrsavent but did me 20 euros for missing mirror You corrupt gits eventually at the rosso crossroads this great guy headed back for zebrabar hope cops didnt steal from him on way back
The plan was for me to meet up with fixer at border to help me thru (Bribe) the prob was i got the wrong fixer my mistakeHe dissapeared with my papers passport etc to sort it out telling me to stay hidden in this back alley till he came back Yes what a pratt i was should have rang his number when a guy said he was Ifrane.
standing there waiting in the back alley my phone rings Its Ifrane here were are you (the penny drops) Im here where you told me to wait Ifrane but ive not met you yet my heart sinks im here hidden in a back alley on my own and some stranger has all my papers* shit felt like a donkey he haw.
Just as i feel i may just have a blood pressure problem again.
The fake IFRANE APPEARS WITH PAPERS thank god i snatch them back not waiting to argue i head in a direction i think will take me back into main street.
Back on main street straight into rosso border guard arms so to speak .Papers please in frog language, i look up i can see the ferry 50 yards in front of me Thats mauratanian sovereignty a little more pardon from me
i look down at the bike *Henrietta lets go for the ferry NOW he wont fire at me Will he!, start engine clutch out wiz onto ferry im through yippee Then in the background a well spoken mauratanian says what have you been doing Im the real Ifrane your safe now Thought of giving him a kiss but better not this is muslim country
The rest history Ifrane sorted mauratanian papers im on the road to Nouokchott yes singing Mr Blue Skies what a day!
arrived elated in Nouochott im heading home , well only another 3 thousand miles
Next prob as you know had my visa card stolen Master card dont work in Mauri thanks Al and neeshas help in sending out money via Western union instant on line transfer except neesha didnt give me ref number thats sorted now Oh stayed at sahara auberge wife of owner made me cup of tea to calm my nerves thanks luv
Down to nouabibou and morroc Border went thru minor sand storm cleaned right side of bike beautifully spokes and all
Picked up flees at hotel in nouabibou and so to border , on the way down i worried about going through piste and minefield
Im first through gate into 3 k of piste no sweat this time easy peassy
God what a clever little sod im getting Night at Dahkla, Layonne, Tizi ifnet and so to 5 week R&R at Sidi Ifni met lovely couple kev &alison ,Derek& Joy and most marvellous old french guy had three african wifes, great place by the sea Fish cheap and out of this world , im now below Anti Atlas on northern edge of sahara heading for leaving Marroc end of Jan
What am i doing next winter maybe travel for a change Well im getting to old to sit still
As that american ceaser McCarthy said as he left his troops to perish in the philliphines ill be back with me it will be africa.
Next blog in a month will be final chapter
Have i enjoyed the trip YOU BET I HAVE nowt like travelling on a moto warts and all The bike superb well it is a honda not a KTM,BMW or whatever and its mature 11 years old 54 k on clock.
Any problems that bloody fork seal is still leaking Tim be ready for my return Tyres still on originals as are brake pads
Will put pics on in uk Will you help me Rich, slide presentation need yor help neil
Oh and the sun is shining
Posted by Archie Taylor at 11:07 AM