The little fishing village of Moulay Bouselham is a low key beach resort for Moroccan families as well as a few European windsurfers and bird watchers.The Blue Lagoon just south of the town attracts thousands of migrating birds including wildfowl, waders and flamingos.  Very much a one street town the main attraction for us was sitting one evening having a meal across the road from the Mosque and watching the hundreds and hundreds of men all filing in at 7.1...

The end of the road and we finallyarrive at Tangiers a likeable lively place with a cosmopolitan populati.  Tangier is a unique city - hardly truly Moroccan, nor European, nor even African.  If defies categorisation, which is why it is so appealing.  Obviously it is a busy port but there is a wide promenade flanked by a huge sandy beach lined with bars and restaurants.  The old part of town where most people live is a lively place full of activity wh...

Rabat is the capital of Morocco and the great walls enclose a largely modern city of wide boulevards and bureaucratic buildings and houses manydifferent countries' embassies.  Whilst Sale just across the river is home to the old Medina.  We ent into the capital on our scooter and it was the first time we had difficulty parking it.  We can usually park anywhere we want to but in Rabat there were designated 'bike parks' just outside the city walls. One af...

We once again travelled inwards to visit the third of the Imperial Cities, Meknes. Encircled by rich plains abundant with agricultural products we could have bought any number of livestock from small stalls at the side of the road from chickens, turkey, pidgeon, rabbitt and duck.  A distance out of Meknes along the main roads we started to notice a lot of Police roadblocks and many different Army personnel resplendent in various uniforms.  The closer we...

After stopping at a couple of coastal holiday towns on the drive up the coast which were pretty basic, we arrived in Casablanca on a Sunday morning.  We were driving around looking for the campsite and as in Fes someone drove up at the side on a moped indicating to us to follow him to the campsite.  This time it was an oldish guy with what looked like his grandson on the back aged about 5.  It was lucky that he did as otherwise we may have struggled to...