Finally home

I picked up the Atom, today, the serivce bill was larger than expected, but there were quite a number of problems to sort out. Anyway having not had the car for over 2 weeks it was great to be back in it.

The journey home was uneventful, but a little chilly. The final leg was 137 miles giving me a total of 3,094 miles for the whole journey.

It's a shame we had to come home early. I really enjoyed my time in Morocco and I will return.

Hanging up the bonnet for use on a later trip:

The wine list!

A hoon by wine!

For those interested this is the wine list from the trip (Some are missing, I know some photos are on Nigels camera other than the last night we always drunk red.) I was surprised at the Moroccan grown and made wines they were very good and very drinkable!

Day 1, on the Santander ferry;
Missing

Day 2, Soria;

Day 3, Cordoda;
Missing

Day 4, Tetouan;

Day 5, Fes;

I think the same as Day 6

Day 6, Fes;

Day 7, Marrakech;

Day 8, Rabat;

Missing same as day six.

Day 9, Gerena;

Day 10, Plasencia;

Day 11, Cervera De Pisuerga;

Day 12, on the Plymouth Ferry;

Day 13, In Plymouth at friends house;

Day 14, Back home at last;

The Atom goes in for a serivce.

On the Saturday morning I drive from Plymouth to Crewkerne to drop the car off for a serive and a wash! The factory is busy with cars being collected and built. I am welcomed by Tom.

I take the train home and arrive tired and to an empty house. I cannot even get in as I have no house keys, but soon Brenda and the girls return. It is great to see them.

So the journey is almost over, it should be completed next week when I return to get the car back from it's service.

The Ferry home.

Now back at home, so I'll up date our last few days togeather.

Thursday was a short hop of 90 odd miles into Santander. We arrived with plenty of time to spare, so we spent our time at a sea front cafe and wandering the town.









We eventutally get onto the Ferry and it departs port as the sun is setting, quite appropriate as it is the end of the trip. The ferry is the same one we came out on and we soon familiarise ourselves with the bar area again, two bottles of red latter we are the last in the bar and so we head off for some sleep.

I awake (on the Friday morning) to find the cabin empty. I go off in search of Nigel and find him back in the bar area where he has been since about 5am. He finally abandoned the cabin as my snoring got so loud no matter how much he tried to drown it out he could not! Nigel returns to the cabin for some sleep. The rest of the day is spent in the bar area and in the last hour of the journey Nigel and I have our last cigar togeather.







As the ferry docks and we are called to our vehicles Nigel and I say our final goodbyes. I am remaining in Plymouth for the Friday night and Nigel is going home.

Blasting the Atom around the mountains

John manages to keep his composure and still take this video, with me driving at breakneck speed along the mountains at Cervera.

Into the Mountains

A pretty uneventful day. Check out of the Plasencia Parador and manouevre the car and bike in to the lift from the underground car park. John gets excited and jumps out to take a photo and misses the exit - doors close again and we head back to where we started, much to the annoyance of the next car waiting to get in to the lift.

Eventually get on our way and blast North along narrow and slow roads before hitting the A66 Autovia to Salamanca. Amazingly manage to avoid any brushes with the police and make good time to cover the 250 miles to Cervera de Pisuerga, although we do have a near miss when we decide to pull over to add some warmer clothing (it's got much colder and we are climbing higher and higher) and pull up in front of half a dozen Guardia Civile who watch in amusement as we tog up and get on our way. We had intended heading to Leon, further West but the Paradore was full.

Arrive at the Paradore in Cervera - another stunning place set high up in the Palentina Mountain Range, 80 miles SW of Santander, dump the gear and then head out for a 26 mile blast in the Atom along the winding mountainous roads - sheer drops on one side don't deter us using the Atom how it's intended. Bravely John let's me take the wheel for the blatt back down the mountain - something I do with gusto - braking hard to avoid hitting a herd of cows who have wondered in to the road at one point.

Into Cervera town for a quick beer and the usual hordes of school children mob the Atom for an impromptu photoshoot. As always, John let's then take it in turns to sit in the drivers seat - very magnanimous of him.

Tomorrow Santander and the long ferry back to Plymouth.

Into the Bullring

An unusually late start today but the Hacienda is too good to leave early. Breakfast taken in the main dining room overlooked by massive oil paintings of the Madre of the house. We discover the private Bull Ring, set in the grounds and John insists on driving his Atom into the centre of the ring.

I have never seen him run so fast as when we realise the bulls are being rounded up and, we think, are heading for the bull ring. As it turns out, they are being hearded in to a separate pen, but it's still an impressive site - and we both agree that it would be pretty scary to be in a ring with just one of these thundering beasts heading towards you at pace.

Composing ourselves we head North for Plasencia in the Extramedura region of Spain - following a combination of slow roads which weave through small villages and towns, and fast new "Autovia" which wind their way through the stunning countryside.

John is yet again pulled over by the police. I pull over ahead of him on the side of the road and am rapidly moved on to avoid holding up the traffic. Leaving him behind, I pull in to a lay-by some 5 miles up the road and wait to see if he can blag his way out of the clutches of the local constabulary. Fifteen minutes later the Atom appears, tearing up the hill. Apparently the policeman's lack of English and John's lack of Spanish has caused a bit of an impasse, and the production of every official document until finally John is released to carry on his journey - although not until he removes his iPod and stows it away.

Finally arriving at Plascenia we find the Parador, a 15th Century former-Nunnery, now converted into a stunning hotel. The Nuns would, we are convinced, be turning in their graves at the decadent use of the place now. Heading out to downtown Plascenia for a beer or two we are surprised at the number of guys on the streets begging for a few Euros or a cigarette or two.

Dinner in the main dining room where the nuns would have eaten in silence. Tomorrow Leon.