Out of Morocco, Out of Africa
Leaving El Jadida was a bit hectic- I think because both of us were done with Morocco mentally and we were sick of the crazyness. We witnessed many near fights today. I almost got in a few when little men would work their way through lines to ensure they weren´t left behind.
Bus from El Jadida to Casablanca was eh, we coudln´t get a seat until the CTM (Moroccan bus company) guy started taking order. Got to Casa and my bag wasn´t in the pile, just sitting on the bus, I was afraid someone was going to take it, or plant something in it, I got yelled at by the baggage handler. The people around had to translate for me: I´m only one person, blablabla.
The ride from Casa to Tangier wasn´t that bad. We got dropped off at the port, which was unexpected, but we had a bit of a hard time finding tickets. We purchased tickets for a ferry leaving a half hour later, had to wait at border patrol and got pushed by more little men sneaking through! Stamped, got through security, headed down a portish runway, some man tried making us run, took Ryan´s backpack, tried to take my purse (no way!), showed us to a bus, I wanted to know if it was GRATIS?! We got on, and he wanted a Euro for carrying Ryan´s bag. Ryan said no, the busdriver and tout got into it; I seriously thought someone was going to pull out a gun. The bus filled up, we got on the ferry, and we instantly felt relieved. We sat, ate crap food, and exchanged our money.
We arrived in Tarifa Spain for the easiest border crossing I´ve ever experienced, after getting mad at a Moroccan woman for cutting the line. I wanted to kiss the ground once we got off the ferry, but with my top-heavy backpack, I would have never gotten up. I got to practice my Spanish, got on the free bus to Algecerias to get a bus to Malaga, bought ticket, went online, left for bus station at 1015, realized the bus was for 10, thankfully it was still there, got on, dozed in and out of sleep.
When we arrived in Malaga we were in the middle of a commercial hub. Great. We found a taxi, who took us to the cheap hotel, it was full, went to another one, they were full as well, but their sister hotel wasn´t, went there, thanked the taxi driver. All in Spanish. Good thing I took a year of it before I left, otherwise it would have been a long rough ride. Once we checked into the nicest room we´ve stayed in yet, we passed out. Welcome to Spain.
Tags: Africa, Europe
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