I had a restless sleep due to a room full of cockroaches the size of a thumb and the resident cats trying to break in. I left Mohammedia heading for Ceuta (a Spanish Port in Morocco) with the sea to my left and the sun rising behind the silhouette of palm trees to my right. What more could I ask for. The weather was hot with a strong wind, I compare it to a 50000 Watt hair dryer.

Whilst riding through the pot holed, farming roads of North Morocco the soldiers in the leading military truck requested a wheelie. Being the only trick able to perform, I knelt one knee on the saddle and rode one handed. Unsurprisingly, they laughed at my pathetic trick to which I sat back down and overtook them trying to hide my embarrassment. The Border control went smoothly with no bribes required. I couldn’t wait to be back on European land, so decided to press on across the Gibraltar Straights and onto Cadis, Spain (269 miles). Once I arrive in Spain I find it strange to hear English being spoken in a spanish accent, even the different styles/colours of hair being very different to the same black curly hair I had become used to.