Coming back to the Western Front as a visitor is really exciting. The last time I was here was four years ago when we installed all the signs and museum installations for Nga Tapuwae: New Zealand First World War Trails. This visit the plan is to do a few trails using the app, visit some museums and drink cherry beer.
The Somme trail is one of my favourites as it is quite rare where you can drive through the battlefield and stand on trenches that the NZr’s took, and also where the first tanks rolled into action. Listening to Pugsley describe the scenes again is great! I have never been able to just relax and spend a day through these fields listening to the tour, I have always been listening trying to make sure what he says lines up with the features on the ground and that the story is paced right.
An unexpected surprise was this astonishing new addition to the Theipval Visitor Centre. They have used Joe Sacco’s graphic novel book of the first day of the Somme as a mural in the museum and the objects and diary entries complement it.
Another reason for visiting this part of the world again is because of a book I was given, Tuai: A Traveller in Two Worlds. It is the story of a young Maori man who travelled to Australia and then the UK in the early 1800s.
He spent a year in London and Shropshire between 1818 and 1819, and this is the vicarage where he lived. Most of the buildings in these shots are from this time, the late 1700s so he would have seen these too.
He was the younger brother of Korokoro, a major chief from the Bay of Islands who was in competition with Hongi Hika for access to missionaries, European technology and skills. He and his travelling companion Titere were supposed to spend most of their time in Shropshire reading, writing and praying but unsurprisingly seemed to try and do anything but.
They spent a lot of time down at Ironbridge and were taught skills in many of the factories there. We know he learnt how to make china plates and these images are from inside the building where that took place.
Loxy was finally ready to pick up after some remedial work..
Next stop is Ironbridge in Shropshire. We have actually been here before as this was the first place I drove her, but it was winter and everything was closed. So I’ve come to see the valley again and the amazing network of museums about the beginnings of the Industrial Revolution. I hadn’t realised the scale of the works here before, extending miles along the river valley.
Each museum opened my eyes to the significance of the valley.
- the first robust iron pots and then cast iron ovens that spread around the world. You see these in all of New Zealand’s mission stations from the 1800s
- the tiles that re-invented hygiene and were in every butchers, bathroom and railway station in the world because they are easy to wipe down and clean – plus they are beautiful
- and the china crockery – all your grandmothers tea sets probably came from here
All driven by the coal, steam power and new machines and methods invented and built here as well.
On the walk to the abbey we came across the most amazing sight, this HUGE bird that looked like an eagle eating a pheasant. It was just next to the fence by the path, and just watched us as we walked past.
You could see it had a GPS locator on its wings, but also leather straps on its legs. There is a Birds of Prey centre nearby so figured that… they maybe just let the birds out???
The day after the walk to the abbey we visited the International Centre for Birds of Prey in Helmsley and watched the flying demonstrations, and we recognised the bird -she is a Grey Buzzard Eagle called Zonda.
The trainer was talking about her while the Zonda was soaring overhead getting ready for the show, and then suddenly she just swooped down and killed a pheasant in front of everyone. The trainer apologised and while trying to clean up the feathers said yesterday she just bloody disappeared in the middle of the show. He ran through the woods to find her but she was just sitting in a tree and he had no idea what she had been up to.
We knew what Zonda had been up to…
You do have to feel for the pheasant population of Helmsley, where the main pastime is shooting pheasants, and everywhere else around the town is within reach of about 20 of the largest bird-killing raptors in the world.
Loxy is in the shop.. will only be for a few days so in the meantime a quick trip up to Yorkshire for some walking and sightseeing. These are from a walk to a nearby abbey ( an 11km walk, which was actually quite a shock to the system). Walking here is like walking through a jigsaw puzzle box, every turn is a postcard picture.
The village of Helmsley has a pub from the 1400s and loads of dogs!
The dogs in the back of the truck belong to a bloke who hires them out to pick up birds from pheasant shoots. It is quite posh here really. In the pub talking to a couple, I mentioned I had a Defender.. they asked what I used it for and I said for travelling. ” Ew!” she said, ” we jest use ours for shewting!”
Ouazazate ( pronounced: fast with a lot of z’s) was as far as we planned to get. It is a town on the edge of the Sahara, the rocky edge not the sandy bit which is a lot further away..
To get there involves driving over the Atlas mountains, several hours of winding roads, amazing views, Berber villages and a lot of outdoor, hanging meat stalls.
The main economy over the winding roads is selling rocks. Quite lovely rocks, as they have crystals inside them. But it is an eye opener once out of the cities to see the very simple rural lifestyles and the dependence on tourists.
On the other side of the mountain range, naively expecting to find an untouched town on the edge of nowhere, instead we find one of the world’s biggest film sets.. who knew.. Game of Thrones was filmed here ( I’m guessing some of the dragon, slave emancipating bits).
Were there camels in GoT??
This was possibly, the morning that will stay in the mind the longest..
Ok, so we knew the Satnav was crap over here. But we didn’t know quite how bad.
We were heading for Ouarzzarte, our final destination in Morocco, the edge of the Sahara! So far so good, we are making a few turns, getting closer to the ring road on the outskirts of the city. Then this little intersection was a bit of an omen.
And then the Satnav said turn left, towards the entrance to the Medina.
So I obeyed her.
We got stuck halfway through the entrance.. like actually stuck. There were kids on the footpath pressing their bodies up against the wall as I tried to reverse out and I had to make them stand on their toes so I didn’t run over their feet. There are no photos or videos of this event because this was a very stressful time for the driver..
We spent the morning in the same medina in Rabat looking for a knife. Wasn’t the easiest thing to communicate, or find, but eventually we found a nifty little set of knives in a filthy packet but couldn’t have been happier. The plan was to make sandwiches using whatever bread and cheese we could find and salami from Spain. We found out later cheese doesn’t really exist in Morocco.
We headed to Marrakech to find the boutique apartments we had booked, but the trouble started when we hit the town. The Satnav kept pointing us in random directions. A couple of young guys on a moped saw us looking confused at a roundabout and offered to show us the way. Was awesome. Right up to when we realised this was a thing. And they weren’t budging unless they got a big tip for them and everyone else apparently who helped in the way-finding/parking exercise.
The rooms were pretty nice, and it really was relaxing to have a rooftop area. We just went with the whole tout thing and let some other kid take us to the best ever Marrakech authentic restaurant – and while it was all just a bit over the top for tourists – the food was absolutely incredible. They do really, really good salads.
Other than the never ending drama of finding a park, let alone a hotel without access to the internet, Rabat was the pick of the trip.
It is the capital city of Morocco, but the old town and Medina aren’t really tourism spots, and so it was like stepping into a normal Friday night with street food, fresh fish, olives and of course sunglasses and phone cases.
We were definitely being noticed as different here, but not in a touristy way, more like in a what the hell are you doing in here, way.
It is a beautiful town though, the cemetery by the sea was amazing.
I can’t really describe the feeling of being on ferry sailing to Africa. It is just thrilling really. It’s only going to be a fraction of Africa, baby steps before a proper expedition. But, for me anyway, a big day.
The logistics of getting to and on ferries is becoming more normal now, as it is a pretty well oiled system here. Perhaps with the exception of clearing customs in Morocco. I followed this guy’s guide to planning the trip and it was really helpful.
Having the D16 printed and ready to go along with all the other paperwork meant it only took 3 hours to get through 🙂 . The officials pretty much let everyone through and then look at the European plated cars, take a bit of a nap, and then wave you on.
A lot of the bigger service stations here all have really good food, we got a tagine just out of Tangier all cooked outside in front of us.
We headed for Rabat for the first stop. Bit of a mission as Google Maps or Booking.com isn’t really an option unless you want to spend $100 a second. And the Satnav actually gets a bit shit in some of these towns.
But eventually, through a dirty windscreen, we arrived in Homeland.