One telephone call! Is that sometimes all it takes to gets one boots (or sandals as the case may be) of their well worn footpaths in Copenhagen onto the winding road of travel and adventure again? Apparently yes! I received such a call from a my good friend of mine, Christian, who lives year in and year out in Tarifa – a little known town at the very southern most part of Spain - which looks across the straits of Gibraltar at the African coast. “Shall we go to Morocco?†he asked, “And I mean deep down in Morocco?â€. “Sure†I reply, too stupid as yet to understand what this implies.