We took another train ride, this time only four hours, and arrived back in Tangier with only one recommendation for a hotel / restaurant. Which we ignored. We didn’t managed to find our taxi driver friend from our first time there either but found a taxi driver none the less. Obviously off the train is not as good a haul as off the boat, as he only charged us 30 dirham to get to the hotel.

We took a hotel as close to the port as possible and headed out for dinner, celebrating our last night together with one more tajine and two whole bottles of wine, after which we were positively pissed.

Next day the sea gods were obviously happy with us (according to Nato this was because he didn’t eat any fish the night before) as we managed to leave almost on time and the 1 ½ hour journey took only 2 hours.

Then we were back in Spain – no more tajine or cous cous… no more hawkers… we weren’t quite sure what to do with ourselves..

What we did was pay another visit to the Andalusia Express. It chugged along, taking us back to that tourist mecca Bobadilla, where we would be parting ways with our new Italian friends (they were off to Seville, us to Granada).

And so it was that almost two weeks to the day it all ended where it had first begun, on the platform at Bobadilla where we left them smoking furiously and waving sadly goodbye….