Day 6 I think: Well what a day. Woke up to the sound of those bears again but I'm getting used to them so not too bad. Got the kettle on and waited for the other two Not Top Gear travellers to silence the bears! All went well and we were packing away our stuff when Sparky asked the question "has anyone seen my bike keys?" After much searching, re searching and having a pretty hard look everywhere we had to admit defeat and just assumed the bears had knicked them! Spare key found we finally set off towards Al Hoceima only for Darren to point out his bike was struggling to get up the hills. He reckons it's a problem with the fuel system but me and Sparky both think it's down to all the pre trip training he did which involved eating all the pies! Speaking of eating, we stopped at the top of a big hill about 1300m up to look at Darrens bike again and as he looked mildly worried at it we just looked mildly amused. Its all about the teamwork on Not Top Gear so dont worry folks :-) Anyway, at the side of the road was an establishment selling fish cooked on an open bbq so in we went with our new found friend Achmed who offered to translate for us. He spoke several languages and had been to London in the 70's and apparently was a personal friend of Bob Dylan's. Who'd have thought it. Such a coincidence bumping into the man who'd helped Dylan write Marrakech express which I thought was about a local train service but according to Achmed was actually about something drug based. You learn something new everyday even at our advanced ages. So there we were eating freshly caught fish in a ramshackle building at the side of a dirty dusty road and it was a delicious breakfast. The fish had been freshly caught at some point and at some time but not necessarily that day so we were quite glad it wasn't a Sushi bar! Anyway, apology time. Spanish drivers are awesome compared to Moroccan ones! I know it's obviously hard to concentrate when your high on whatever it us they smoke over here so bonus points to the locals for actually staying on the road. When I say staying on it I don't necessarily mean on the right side of it. Let's just say we've had a few interesting moments today ahem ahem.......... Speaking of roads we did actually go through one large town today that appears to have had all it's tarmac stolen. Really really different but very interesting. We had to stop a few more times today due to Darrens pie eating bike problem and on one particular occasion a nice gentleman stopped and offered to take us to his house (in the local cannabis growing area!) for tea. We declined and said we were British so unfortunately had to go and invade a small country this afternoon and were on a bit of a tight schedule. He was quite happy (obviously because he was off his head) and waved us on our way. Such nice drug dealers in this part of the world. We finally arrived in Al Hoceima to find the campsite we were looking for has been turned into a public gardens and it looked too nice for us to sleep in as it didn't have a railway line or motorway running past it so we had to slum it in a hotel. Oh well eh! It's got two stars but we aren't sure what for! We managed to flood all three bathrooms as the designer of the hotel hadn't expected anybody to actually use them but we're all showered, clean and if not completely odour free (why oh why didn't I bring the Febreeze?) but near enough presentable so off out we go for dinner. A nice tagine in a local pizza restaurant was followed by a few drinks in the bar in the local port where we met a few interesting but very sociable characters and a cat. The cat was keen to hang around with us for a while but I think he got wind of the potential bear situation and left us to it. Taxi back from the bar to the Hotel Splendido was full of entertainment value. In the UK the local yoofs would bomb about in their Nova's and Saxo's with no regard for any traffic regulations or pedestrians safety whilst playing the Best Of Creamfields 2010 at full volume. In Morocco the young kids do the same but get paid for the pleasure. How you may ask? Well they drive taxi's here! Nuff said! Got back to my lovely chilly (I left the aircon on full blast and am now in bed with a hoody on and the first signs of frostbite setting in) room for an early night. Hopefully we'll get Darren's problem sorted tomorrow and I may try and sort my back brake out too so going down hills will be less of a mad dash and more of a controlled glide! Who knows, all we know is that the Stig wouldn't lower himself to be seen with us and even if he did we'd probably scare him to death with the smell of our rancid socks! just going to search my room for bears and then I'm off to bed. Night folks :-)