We have made it all the way to the coast and a town called Agadir, completing our longest day so far of 106 miles.  We also have both set new top speed records 47.6mph for me and alan got exteremly close to the magical 50 with 49.5mph but the race to 50 is still on.

 

A couple of days after leaving Ar-Rachida we made it to Gorge Du Tordra which was a fantastic sight.  At points it was 10m wide by 300m high.  Unfortunately after leaving the Gorge we only made it 10 miles to Tinghir as Alan became ill forcing us to spend 2 days there.  After Tinghir we headed towards the coast flying through the miles and out of the atlas mountains.  Over the past 2 days we have dropped from 1886m (the height of snowdon and scafel together) to sea level, this is the main reason behind ...

 

Today we have reached the edge of the Sahara Desert and finally made our way over the Atlas Mountains of Morrocco.  The Atlas Mountains where amazingly tough and we reached our highest point of 1950m above sea level, thats a third of the way up Killimanjaro.  The views throughout the mountains where unbelievable, especially a plateau right in the centre of the mountain ranges.  This plateau was over 1700m above sea level and was so big it took us a day and a half to cycle across. 

Alan and I both got a new top speed yesturday mine was 46.7 and Alans 46.8, so close.  Going at these speeds is such a thrill.

We have decided that we will get a taxi and drive into the desert to see some highly recommended sand dunes and spend the night sleeping in the Sahara Desert.  I cant wait its going to ...

We left Mandys house very late and got to the port of Algercias just in time for the 7.30pm boat crossing.  Boarding the boat was madness completly unorganised and Alan clipped a car in the caos thankfully the owner was very understanding and excepted Alans appology.  Once on the boat the nerves really set in for Alan and I.  We both could tell each other was worried about our next leg of the journey.  The trip across the straights of Gibraltar was short and once we reach Ceuta we cycled the short distance to the border crossing.  If we thought boarding the boat was crazy this was a whole new level.  There where people and cars everywhere and no sign posts.  Alan and I stood gobsmacked starring into the caos not knowing where to go until a helpful Morrocan gentlemen pulled us to one side and gave us a form ...