We woke up in Morocco's capital city to the call to prayer. As it is coming into summer and the days are long, this meant a very early start - around 4:30am. Well early for me at least, as soon as the melodic singing voice being broadcast from the nearby mosque finished Dale continued happily snoozing, while I lay awake listening to streets outside and the hotel below me slowly come back to life. Although the French protectorate of Morocco lasted only about 50 y...

We departed from the height of civilisation in London,flew 3.5 hours south, and arrived in Africa. As always, our Eastjet flight was an experience. Frenzied fellow travellers urgently trying to secure their "rightful" share of overhead locker space and a desirable seat on the plane. Dale and I avoided the first crushing scramble and managed to find seats together halfway down the plane. After the rigid security at Gatwick airport, stepping off the plane onto th...