Rocking the rock of Gibraltar

The rock of Gibraltar was a weird place, right next to Spain, but owned by the English, as they have used it as a strategic vantage point of hundreds of years fend of enemies. They have mazes of tunnels throughout the rock, the top left in the picture, that they created in the 1800's to place cannons there to blow the shit out of any attacks including the Spainish. Worth a look for a day, so I'm glad a mate Gareth took us on a day trip so that we didn't get stuck there.

Seeing that the english have occupied this for so long, I thought I would teach them a lesson or two.

Assume the positions boys, and get whats coming to you!!! hahahahaha, nothing like a good arse slapping.

Sunny Spain - Tarifer

Sunnnnnnny weather at last, the weather was beautiful once we got to Spain, so lived it up. You could also have a drink on the street as well. It's was exactly what we wanted to do after a month of nearly nothing. Since then, I think I have to clean myself up.. hahahaha what's different


Some Graffitti that reminded me of home. Can anyone guess what? Nikki, Vic and Rocco you should know this one.

Tangier photos - Mohummad the man

What more can I say, he thought a bit about him self. Quote 'I work out a little...... come on have a feel of my arms' Funny bastard

Checheuen Photos

The Blue streets of ChefCheuon, where you see this is how you know that it is a dead end on the alley. Usually where Papa Smurf kicks back and smokes his shesha. It was freaking freezing when we got there, and the architecture is completely different from Fes, using shapes and just slapping things together, as you can see from the example of the door above. Some of it quite weird stuff. Funny thing is that we meet up with mates from Melbourne, Green and Shannon one morning, after bumping into them in Fes a few weeks before. More pictures if you desire

Rocking the Kasbah in Tangier

No photos because these fucking places have no USB ports, and these freaking french keyboards are giving me the shites. Oh well, left Fes around a week ago, went to ChefChaoeun, which was nice and quiet just to chill out; In the ,midst of the Rif mountains it was was a great backdrop to view on. I will get some photos up shortly so that you can see for yourselves. imagine Smurfville, and you will get a rough picture of it.

In Tangeir now. Got Hammered with a local Mohammad ¤there all either mohammad or mustafa around here¤ and had some fun in a seedy little bar. getting a bit sick of the lack of things to do, as morocco is a little restrictive with what you can do. All I want is to sit back on the street and drink a beer in public, and look upon people with teeth, and hopefully a normal dressed woman to put me at ease. Going a little stir crazy, need some normallity in my life. Bring on Spain

Kwany over and out

Last day in Fes - Membad issahallah (until next time if god wills)

The Tombs outside the Medina walls - Been there.
Volublius (Fes's oldest Roman ruins) - Done that
Wore a Jelehba (traditional dress) - bought that


Well last day in Fes in the tranquil settings of my mum's house. Been there, done that, loved and hated it. Got asked this, got called that, and that ain't going to change for many moons to come. So this begins my lack of communication, as I will be on the road from here on in. Off to Chefcheoun (the Big C), Tangier and then off to Spain, then Portugal. Tunza of Work I will say hola to your family. Respect all, and issahlah bitches.

Photos of the wedding

Me and Wahiba.

Lovely couple, and Wahiba on the left, my new sister in law. Ain't she cute
Pat, Andre, Emma and Marty having a ball. Love the traditional dress. More photos to come

Anthony and Lamya's Wedding.

Get this, I just spent twenty minutes telling and lovely stroy, and Blogger gets some stupid errors, that cancelled my previous post on this subject. Nice one Blogger, now people are going to think that I want to ust post pictures. Oh well, they are now married, with a wedding consisting of Dancing, Eating, traditional dress, non traditional dress, the bride being elevated in a love heart and some hypnotic trance dancing...... never seen this before, but I will tell you in the not to distance future. Thanks to Alicia, Mum, Nadia, Andre, Marty, Emma, Pat and Paul for coming and giving it some australia Flavour.

Ana Can scone Fes (I live in Fes)

Tell you what you become a celebrity pretty quickly in Fes, when you mum lives here, and your brother is getting married to the Fes princess (well she looks like one anyway.) After 16 days of waiting at the police station, and trying to get signitures from the courts, my brother is finally married in the legal sense, but not publicly. On the 14th of March, they will be presented to the locals as a married couple, and until then, it is not really offical. A Bit backwards to what I am accoustom to but nonetherless, this ain't my culture either. I'm getting there though.

Other than that, other things that have happened, nearly saw a kid get killed crossing the road, been attacked by a dog, been asked if I want hassish nearly every 100 metres, and have cooked my first Targine.

Todays weather, 25 and toasty, with a touch of dead cow smell in the air from the tanneries (where they make leather). All in all having a ball, and about 5 friends are meeting me tomorrow from across the globe.

Above is my mum, and the view from her terrace. More Photos

Sweet Home Morocco

After a 10 hour flight from Dubai to Casablanca, and then a painful 4 hour train ride (without a seat), I finally arrived in my Second home, Fes where mum mother lives. She lives in the old city called the Medina, which comprises a maze of tiny streets (alleys), that span 350 sq hectares. The city is more than 1000 years old, and the house that Mum has just finished renovating the in past 6 months, is approx. 300 years old and right at the heart of the touristy part in Fes called Ain Azletin. Tell you what a total culture shock, just people everywhere wanting you name and where you have come from, and also to taste the loacl delights, hence this picture to our right. Tasty I can tell you, I recommend having this Raw. Raw to the bone, my friend.

First day, got lost in the medina for 3 hours, in the maze, Been asked to buy Hassish, been asked for money (all the time), Seen some amazing old Moroccan architure, Seen some arabic princesses, been told that I am Japanesse, French, Spanish, Mexican, and Chinese (one is at least close), and eaten the most amzing food. The Targen's rock my world. Inshallah people.

More to come people, stay tuned.

Arriving and Leaving Dubai

I came I saw, and I don't know what to say about Dubai. It is an interesting place, that has no real culture except for the rich and the under previlaged that provide the luxuries for the rich. Saw the whole town in one day, went Snowboarding in the Emirates Mall, saw massive construction (the Burj) and drank with Emirates hostesses. That is all that you can do I think, I spent 5 days there, but you can do that in two. I recommend get there and then get the fuk out of that crazy town.

I did happen to go on a dessert trip to a place out of Dubai called Jebel Hafeet, which is an amazing rock formation jutting out of the ground in the middle of the dessert in the middle of nowhere. Mind you people stay in a 5 star Mecure hotel, there for some reason.

This is a material world, and I'm not a matierial guy...... Andre, Cazza, Bazza, Smitho, thanks for your hospitality freaking nice house. More photos if your interested

1 week till I leave

Still haven't sold my car, still haven't packed shit, and still have planned nofink. Story of my life, not much to report on here. I might as well wait to something else happens before I tell you....well nothing.

over an out.

Getting ready for the road

And now it starts....

Preparing for the overseas trip is fun and daunting all at the same time. It begins with great plans and those plans always change. This is why I haven't planned shit. It starts on the 23rd of Feb 2007, so 6 weeks to sell my car, move out of my house, say good bye to friends, and plan a massive going away party. Oh yeah, forgot, get my visa. Can't leave home without it.

I will soon be free