Day 27 - 2792km Rabat.    My little horn is now feeling somewhat inadequate by comparison to the rich variety of vociferous horns used with an exuberance to reflect the personalities of their Moroccan owners. I've rapidly had to learn that maps and signs, if they exist, don't always correspond, that secondary roads are likely to be pot holed or sandy and bicycles are at the bottom of the road users' pecking order with horn blasts meaning "get off the road" rather than "keep going to Afrique du Sud" as I initially assumed!!  The cuisine is great and I've already been treated to some amazing muslim hospitality including having a chicken's life ended for the benefit of my hungry stomach.