Having been at home for a while it was time to hit the road again. I wasn’t sure where, but being the summer then Iceland seemed a fine idea. When I suggested it to Gaz and he was up for it then a plan was made. Little over 72 hours later, we were on a Sunday morning plane to Reykjavik. It was less prep time than I’d normally have and meant that our low chance of finding a host in Reykjavik became close to 0, but that wasn’t a big issue. Iceland is probably the easiest country
I finally managed to leave Algeciras when my parcel arrived, and had the fortune of not having to wait for the second one as Jorge, my host in Algeciras, would be visiting Morocco himself a few days later. We arranged to meet up in Rabat and I was finally away. I’m writing this more than 8 months later, and have barely got any notes, so there’s not going to be much detail. Mainly pasting of the notes that I sporadically took.
I had a Warmshowers organised in Martil, but had to call
I was incredibly warmly welcomed in Algeciras, and Jorge and his intercambio friends made me feel so welcome. The parcel was posted on the 4th, and got to Heathrow by 5am on the 5th where it was handed to the overseas department. That was where the tracking ended (and while I write this on the 1st of May it still has no more information). According to the Royal Mail it should have arrived in 4 days, so I had hoped that it would have been there when I arrived on the Sunday, but if not then, then