Unfortunately, that was the closest we’d get to Morocco due to a rapidly changing travel landscape and the need to about-turn. The night before we were due to cross from Spain to Morocco, news of imminent border closures arrived and it became clear that, sadly, the trip couldn’t continue. Over a cup of tea in the motorhome, we decided to drop as many people as possible at Seville Airport with a skeleton crew of four heading for home with the vehicles. With bags being hurriedly wheeled into the departure lounge we headed north, planning ‘on the hoof’ via walkie-talkie and deciding how far we could travel that day.
With airports becoming clogged within hours, surface travel quickly became the easiest way to head for home, with The Caravan and Motorhome Club’s Red Pennant team coming to the rescue. After we’d chosen an approximate geographic location to aim for, The Caravan and Motorhome Club would assess availability and make the booking on our behalf. As we were covering the miles in Spain, ferry crossings were either clogged or cancelled meaning a Bilbao to Portsmouth escape wasn’t possible. We drew a line to Biarritz, which, ironically, meant we’d still cross four countries during this trip, even though Morocco wasn’t one of them. Military vehicles soon became a common sight and the closer we got to the French/Spanish border, the more barricade-laden camouflaged lorries hurtled past us. Twitter allowed us to keep in touch with folks who’d already crossed the border, and as we slipped through while the barricades were being unloaded, we could relay this information to caravanners and motorhomers behind us.