Well, we’re still in Africa.  It still seems weird to say that.  Granted, we have mainly seen the coastal road of Rabat and its environs which means we have seen about 5% of the capital city, which means we have seen about 0.5% of Morocco which means we have seen about 0.005% of Africa.  Nevertheless,…

Well, we made it.  We’re here in Africa.  We can hardly believe it ourselves.  Its slightly strange that BBC world – one of the very few English channels we can get on the telly that we found here – has programs about Africa that are suddenly a bit more relevant. Anyway, the journey here was……

Well, we have two days until we leave for Northern Africa.  The van is equipped with a slightly gangly-looking storage box on the roof as well as a large doggy box in the back because Bindi has a lot of stress being in the car – it’s a way of limiting any puking she may…

It’s hot.  It’s bloody hot.  Again.  We’ve been through two heatwaves in the past month and now we’re into a mini-heatwave where the afternoon temperatures only reach 40 degrees.  If there is anybody left in the world who could deny climate change, please come here for a week in July and August.  Climate change in…

Bucharest, Baby! Well, we have concluded our tour of European cities starting with the letter B.  Our final one was the Romanian capital to witness the marriage of our friends who live in Sri Lanka, Corina and Oliver – Romanian and British respectively.   And what a trip it was. As Brits of a certain age,…

At the moment we are sweltering in silly heat.  It is constantly in the high thirties or more  at the moment and it doesn’t show any sign of getting cooler.  We have learned some lessons from last summer and have made the house a bit more bearable downstairs.  This hot weather is, apparently, abnormal for…

May has been rather busy for the eight of us (I adult, 1 man-child, 4 dogs, 2 cats) since it has involved a visit to France, as detailed last time, and, since then, a major Fiesta in our village plus the visit of my mum for a week.  And, of course, the European elections which…

I know what you’re thinking.  Bordeaux, isn’t that in France and isn’t this supposed to be a blog about Spain?  Well, we had to visit there for this last weekend because we had no choice.  Literally, no choice.  It was the occasion of my god-daughter’s First Communion.  You can’t miss that, can you?  I’m not…

So, I wrote this the night before the bombings in Sri Lanka.  It did not seem right to post anything on a blog that expressed how happy we had been previously because, frankly, after the dreadful news, we both felt the opposite.  Our physical selves are still in Spain but our thoughts, especially after being…

Okay, not an obvious title but one that sums up the travelling done since Sonalee returned, via Malaga Airport, a few weeks ago.  Ah, Malaga Airport.  The place where you hear more cockney accents than any other European city and where Russian is spoken by many many people who are definitely honest, not dodgy at…