Apologies for the discontinuity in the blog. Have not fou8nd wi-fi possibilities across North Africa until tonight, in Bengazi, east Libya.
Some way into France, we found the po0lice waiting for the convoy as we passed through a toll booth. They directed us off to the side of the road. The captain in charge was all business, polite but unsmiling, speaking a clipped French or, as necessary, a clipped English. He directed his unsmiling subordinates in a curt, military tone. Once our paperwork was checked, he waived us on with the same cold civility.
As I drove through a Spanish toll station, I saw two motorcycle policemen waiving at me energetically, so I pulled in towards them, at which their waiving became frantic. What had I done? What was I supposed to do? Coming close, I saw they were only waiving, not frowning, applauding the convoy towards Gaza.
Staying overnight in Algiceras, we took a van into Gibraltar to have supper. At the quaint border crossing, we were stopped by a British policeman, He looked at the signs on our van and said, 'So you;re taking supplies into Gaza.' We said yes, we were. The policeman said, 'Those people really don't need it, you know. They pretend to be poorer than they really are.'