Morocco Day 9: Tangier - Algeciras

At about 10:30am i woke up, tried to remember where i was, checked i had all my stuff and then stumbled to breakfast for some fluids.  Jason messaged a little later, his morning was similar.

We packed and met in the car park, still laughing about the night before.  There were two builders in the carpark, one had an angle grinder and its shrill noise wasn't helping our heads.  'Shut the front door!' we wanted to shout, but obviously couldn't. 

I returned to the hotel for a minute and when i re-entered the garage i could hear voices at the bikes.  Jason had the angle grinder and its owner cutting the disk locks off!  Somehow his key was damaged and the only way to remove it was to grind it off.  How fortuitous, everytime you need help, whatever you need, it's always right there. I hadn't seen an angle grinder for months, but the day we needed one, there it was.

Reaching Tan Med port multiple 'hello my friends' attempted to help us.  We didnt need their help and joined the queue for the ferry we wished to purchase tickets for. Oddly, as we reached end of the queue, the ticket selling agent left his office and came to 'help'.  He told us to join a different queue to get on the ferry, we told him to go back to his office and sell us a ticket. He politely complied. 

It took over an hour to get tickets and get through the various checks and processes at the port, eventually we slumped into seats on the ferry whilst people prayed around us, kids chased and screamed and people smoked.  Taking a last look at the Coast of Africa i fell asleep.

After 130 KM on the bikes in Spain, we reached Rob from Fly n Ride at Malaga.  He brought one of  his mates out to meet us, he'd been trying to persuade his friend to do such a trip to Morocco and wanted him to meet someone enthusiastic that had just returned.  I hope we did a good job, as this was easily the most enlightening trip we'd done.  It makes the TET portions we've completed so far feel like playing in your garden, which is no bad thing.  It's just that with the different culture and languages, the many highs and lows and travelling our own way making our own routes, this was real adventure travel.

even the cockroaches cant survive Tangier.