It Ain't Over 'Til It's Over...

Well the competition has finished, the celebrations are over (more about those later), but the drama continues...

Today brought an arduous 10 hour journey to Tangers to catch the ferry back to France after only 4 hours sleep, on top of two weeks of general sleep deprivation (anything later than a 4 am start seems quite generous these days), and arriving in one piece was more luck than judgement. The most effective method of staying awake involved counting to 20, eating a crisp, and repeating. Over. And over. And over.

Once in Tangers, Caroline managed to lose what remained of the Total convoy when she was flagged down by a nutter in a car driving alongside her. Fear gripped her when she realised he was not a nutter at all, but was telling her that he had seen someone climb into the back of her 4x4 at the traffic lights (remember that urban horror myth??). When she opened up the back - with some trepidation - the only telltale sign was a shoe poking out from among the sand plaques. The authorities were straight in and apprehended her stowaway, so her brush with exporting illegal immigrants was shortlived, and Moroccan jail narrowly but fortunately avoided.

The Gazelles (minus Donna who is resting with her husband David in Essaouira) are currently onboard the ferry, delayed by the last (lost?) Gazelles before setting sail for the 40 hour return boat journey to Sete which will probably involve some serious sleep. Inch'allah!