Day 5: Bears safely hidden away for the journey to Morocco, bikes packed and we're raring to go. Can you imagine 3 elderly blokes at the peak of physical fitness coughing and spluttering first thing in the morning because we aren't even that good. Still, with Sparky's exhaust we always make a grand entrance or exit from anywhere we stay which is nice. So off to Algeciras and onto the high speed ferry over to the Spanish enclave that is Ceuta. Quite a nice trip over past Gibraltar and arrived in North Africa. We Set off through the Spanish part and arrived at the border post to Morocco where we met several Del Trotters all telling us how luverly jubberly things were and that they were the only ones capable of helping us through the paperwork jungle. Unfortunately for them we had our own helper in the shape of Darren who, having been before, popped off to get things sorted. We had no worries at all and we had every confidence in him. I mean, what could possibly go wrong? What went wrong was that the last time Darren had visited Morocco with his long suffering and fantastic young wife Karen, the vehicle temporary import paperwork seemed to have got lost which meant they thought Darren still had a vehicle in Morocco which isn't allowed and is punishable by having all your chocolate taken away from you and no PS3 for a week. Serious stuff. Anyway, mine and Sparky's paperwork was fine as we are really good and responsible so while Darren was walked around from official to official we stood watching and laughing. It's only fair. They eventually got bored with him pleading and begging for mercy and told him no chocolate for a week and he'd be ok. Phew! Off we went with our Del Trotters grumbling and got 30 yards further and had to show our officially stamped officially signed officially signed and stamped again paperwork to an official bloke who made us wait in the sun for another 10 minutes while he went and officially double checked to make sure our official paperwork was officially recognised by everyone who looked official. You get the drift. Anyway, he came back and said " oh alright then" in an official way and we were finally in Morocco. What a difference. I'm going to be serious now for the next few sentences so hang on in there. So many contrasts in such a small time. Morocco is beautiful, dirty, clean, busy, quiet, hard work, relaxing, rich, poor. It is just so many things and yet it seems to work without all of the things we simply can't live without at home. I'm glad I'm here, not just for the scenery and the food and the experiences but for the reality check. I think we all need that once in a while to make us all realise how lucky we are to have what we have. Right, serious bit over. We're at a nice campsite in the Rift Mountains with showers so cold you can lose various body parts in them due to frostbite! Exhilarating isn't the word I'd use but then I daren't speak in case my shivering causes me to bite my tongue off! All good though and just relaxing in the restaurant/bar/place with a few chairs listening to the call to prayers in the background and waiting for the bears to start arguing again! Well, don't forget to keep reading my rubbish as I'm really putting loads of effort into this. My finger gets quite sore tapping away every night. Come back soon as we chug up mountain and down dale in search of something we haven't found yet. Bon nuit :-)