We love Africa!

We all got a OK nights sleep on the ferry. OK - not great - sleeping on four-seater-thingies with plastic in between each seat. We also got use the shower in Team FUGs cabin. Nice and warm and we were happy with the start of the day. Once we got off the ferry we were hit by the chaos of Africa. First the border crossing and later the traffic patterns. The traffic patterns are not quite something that is thought at Norwegian driving schools. It seems like all of the street is an gigantic zebra crossing - people are acting like Norwegian pedestrians (which are much like holy cows that the cars avoid and stop for at any cost) while the traffic is something similar to what one can find in Rome. We feel that the value of our lives decreased drastically.

The border crossing was actually not as bad as expected. A lot of helpful people and even a Moroccan living in Norway on holiday in the old country helped us - speaking Norwegian. We later heard that people crossing to Tanger spent an hour and a half and some fifty euro getting trough the customs. We felt quite lucky with our experience after hearing these tails of horror.

We left the port with the Honky Tonk team - the Brits are getting under our skin. We are still convinced that they are MI6-agents, good ones, extremly deep under cover. Now it is actually us that are on their tail all the time. We are a nice little convoy. Having lunch together high up in a atlas mountain pass - eating Moroccan mystery meat sausage. Driving trough lazy and buzzy villages. Avoiding blind one-armd men (who probably did not kill Laura Palmer) in the middle of the street.

Our car is handling OK. We realize that we are a little heavy loaded and not quite balanced either. This results in one wheel rubbing against the wheel-arc - not a huge issue really, by our standards. We need to take it a little easier in left hand turns and on bumpy roads. After me and Kristian swapped places and 40kg shifted we realize that repacking is a good idea.

We did not have too many major stops, but we stopped in Fez - to go to the toilet and stack up on supplies. A nicely chaotic city where we also got do drink halal cola and see life unfold around us. When we were nearing camp we stopped in some small town, where we ate something kebab-like with fries at a local restaurant - we were offered free samples and like with heroin - the first shot got us hooked. The food was amazing.

We got to camp at eight thirty. There were no vacancies, but I turned on my superb grave-digger charm and we got an apartment for fifty euro. The rules of apartment club was: First rule of apartment club is - you don`t speak about apartment club. Second rule of apartment club is - you don`t speak about apartment club. Third rule of apartment club is - There are only four people staying in the apartment - even if both the Final Journey and Honky Tonk is staying in the apartment... The apartment was awesome - much because we expected to camp out rough that night. There were quite a few other teams asking for rooms, but they did not have the God granted grave-digger charm and got none. The people running the camp were super friendly and helpful. We asked where we could get beer and where told "This is a muslim country, you are not allowed to drink alcohol here, but you might want to check out the green van on top of the hill - it says `beer` on it". A great day all together!

Falling a little behind on the blogging :( - being late. I hope to catch up a bit tonight.