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Morocco - I ended up in a bar in Tangier and met with Lazywall via a mate of mine (Isaam), these guys are a Tanger based modern rock band. The band gets its name from a wall that exists along the coast of Tangier overlooking the Med across to the coast of Spain and mainland Europe. Moroccans sit on the wall and smoke, drink and dream of escaping to Europe to make their fortunes. The wall is known by locals as "sour al maagazine" - or, "the lazy wall".
http://www.lazywall.com
I was given a copy of their "Primal Tapes" CD before I left Tangier - a really great bunch of guys who like to drink and can really play.
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Gibraltar - Another one where I am looking across the Straits of Gibraltar dying to get cracking and get to North Africa. Soon..!
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Ferry from Algeceiras to Ceuta - I had to make 2 attempts to get to North Africa. The first attempt, with FRS, failed miserably. We got so close to the African coast you could almost reach out and touch it, but then, just my luck, the Fast Jet failed and they announced in Arabic and Spanish we were turning back. Luckily, a really good bloke I got chatting with spoke great English and translated for me. One of the engines of the FRS craft had failed and that was it - it was turning back. I remember there were kids throwing up as it was pretty rough at times and there were what appeared to be Moroccan students holding coursework folders in their hands in floods of tears. Obviously HAD to get to Morocco that day for a specific time. It was then I thought "ah well, could be worse, at least I wont be getting a fail for handing in course work late".
I re-attempted the crossing later that day, but used an alternate line, Ballearia, and they got me across, all be it later than I had planned. The photo above is of my bike on the fated crossing lashed down in the bottom of the FastJet. The ball ache is undoing it all just to have to redo it all yet again later. Ah well..
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Spain - Valencia - a lovely city, didn't spend too long here in all honesty, but it was amazing weather and the City of Arts and Science building is just stunning. Shortly before stopping here, a biker had been knocked off his bike in the main route into the city and it was being loaded onto a truck. A sharp reminder if there ever was...
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This is Martha (hope I got the spelling right!), a sales woman from Madrid. I look like I'm whincing cos' she's actually got her thumb up my arse.
I honestly cannot remember the name of the place this was took, but she was a great laugh - even though we couldn't communicate properly as her English was bad and my Spanish even worse.
Taking a right hander in a national park near Cazorla IIRC.
I had been allowed to put my GSA in the underground car park of the golden Tulip by the car park attendant then headed up to reception. I remember sweating buckets getting all my gear up there. Just my luck, the Golden Tulip was completely full.. 
Having overheard my plight, Joerg offered me a room at a villa his company has there on the outskirts of Rabat. I then carted all my gear back down to the underground car park and reloaded the GSA. One scary ride through the streets of Rabat avoiding taxis and various other nucking futters to the villa and I had a room for the night. It was in that villa I had to deal with the LARGEST cockroach I have ever seen. The b**tard had size 11 Dr. Martens on FFS 
