VIME Octavio Algeciras

... next day. We also found an amazing supermarket, called Hipercor, that sold everything and i bought some beer for 27 cents a can!<br><br>On Wednesday morning we checked out of our hotel and headed to the port, from where we could see Gibralter on the other side of the bay! We bought tickets for the fast seacat type ferry to Tanger, and at about 1.30 we were leaving Europe!<br>

We left Faro at 8am for a bus to Seville, Spain (a large and nice looking city, although we only looked around town for a few hours. From Seville it was another train to Algecira, the town across the bay from Gibraltar. We decided again to take it slow and spend a night in Algecira before our ferry to Africa. The hostel owner spent some time warning us of how much different and hard it is to travel in Morocco. Our reply was, DUH!, and that ...

... non piove più e ben presto il tempo migliora rendendo ancora più ridicolo il nostro abbigliamento. Siamo partiti da quasi 800 mt di altezza ma la strada sale ancora, fino ai 1000 metri del Puerto dos ensinos borrachos. Stiamo percorrendo una carretera de montaña, ed infatti il paesaggio è tipicamente montano. Salite e discese si alternano insieme a paesini bianchissimi come Atajate e Algatocin. Ci fermiamo al Mirador del Genil, dove si ...

... door de golven gesleurd! Dit is kicken!!! We zijn nu bijna door de Straat heen, maar als we de shipping lanes over willen steken om bij Tanger te komen moeten we nu toch echt de koers bij stellen. We varen op twee uitgeboomde voorzeilen en aangezien we nu halve wind gaan varen, moeten de bomen eraf, de kotterfok omlaag en het grootzeil omhoog. We hebben van tevoren de tactiek al bedacht. De rolgenua moeten we eerst inrollen, zodat de boom eraf kan. Dan moet ...

... it would not be open on the 12th. It slowly dawned on us that it must be a public holiday (and we worked out later that it was National day). In the end we found somewhere serving breakfast. The rest of the morning was just spent soaking up the celebratory atmosphere in town. At 12:30 we picked up our bags from the Hostal and walked to the station, arriving well in time for our 13:50 train. A train pulled in shortly after, and I went to check where the train was ...

... and let us pass with out any further ado. I liked Morocco. I didn´t love it. I would not go back, unless it was to the Sahara or to buy carpets or something. The shop keepers kept asking me to say nice things about their country when I went home as they need good publicity. While there are a lot of nice things about Morocco, unfortunately, we left with a very nasty taste in our mouth. So, I won´t be doing any "Go to Morroco" commericals any time soon... unless they pay me a lot.

... to have a ticket special - 1/2 price for two travelling. Sounds good... departs midday. That didn't leave a lot of time left with customs etc, so we went to a bank office across the road to change money and even though we were a few Dirham cents short of a whole Euro - they rounded it up and gave us the extra Euro! Unusual, but very kind. A good finish to our time in Morocco - we had certainly felt the generosity and friendliness of the Moroccan people during our stay.

... suprisingly easy to get through contrary to the nightmares I have heard about dealing with the relentless faux guides and shady taxi drivers . I quickly walked through the port and out to the main street. The hassles began. "My friend, how are you? Fine welcome to Morocco". Well since he answered for me I felt no need to reply and continued. I went straight to the train station via petite taxi. My 2nd mistake was screwing up the money. The meter reaad 5.64 and since I only ...

... my eyes. This only lasted a few seconds before I was forced, out of curiousity, to take another look outside. It is like laying in bed at 3am wanting to go to bed but some ****** B movie comes on and you can't turn it off. Except tihs isn't a B movie, it is a masterpiece set in southern Spain with Andalucia as my theater. We should arrive to Algeciras in about 40 minutes. I have considered checking out ...

After a short ferry crossing we hit the continent of Africa, however we are actually still in Spain. We have time to stop at the alcohol store and stock the truck up with wine and beer. Jess, Sarah and I club together to buy several bottles of Tanquery gin before heading for Morocco.