After breakfast and packing, I had one more thing to do. As I don’t think Africa will be as open minded as earlier countries, I removed some nail polish from my toes. Apparently, mosquito repellent works as a remover!
I started biking in good time for the 1330 ferry. The ride to Algeciras went smooth, and I stopped at a ticket seller to see the price with my bike. The price was good, and it was an open ticket, with departures every second hour or so. The next ferry would be one hour earlier than the planned one, but I figured I could do it!
I want to buy some food, but the first store, Dia, has a limit of 12 euro for using cards, and I don’t want to withdraw more money when I am going to change currency. I find a Lidl on my GPS and go there instead. The time is now 1210, and I can make it!
I put all energy I have into my bike, and after asking around, I get to the right place. The clock is actually 1230, but luckily, the ferry is delayed. I had to wait until 1300, but I didn’t mind, as I didn’t have to wait for the next one!
My ferry is here!
This badass went on another ferry
Onto the ferry!
The ferry went well, and I made some cold food during the short trip (couscous with oil and mozzarella) and watched series.
When I came into Ceuta (which is still Spain) I started with buying a map, as my phone-GPS did not have maps for North Africa. I bought the Michelin 742, and it seems pretty good (even if the quality could be better, but it is made for use in cars). Then, I headed to Morocco!
I was really nervous at the border. There were people throwing things over fences,and it looked kind off scary for the people walking over.
Soon, I passed the Spanish part, and headed for Morocco. On the way in between, I saw some smuggling, I am pretty sure of. The police were checking the first cars of two, and one of the guys started scream-talk with the police. In the meantime, the guys from car two popped the hood, took two pretty big bags and one of the guys ran away with them.
I got to the passport control, and after filling some paper, he asked some questions, and let me in. I headed towards the last gate, and they checked for the stamps, and I was ready to go!
I started with biking away from the masses of people, so that I could relax a bit.
I then headed for Tetouan, and I thought it was already a bit late, but I wasn’t sure about the time in Morocco.
One the way, I saw the purple off road car again, and I also saw this in a roundabout!
At one part, some kids with a football kicked it at my bike, twice. I ignored them, and continued, and hoped that the prejudices would not be true after all I heard from other travellers.
When I came to Tetouan, I had a few problems. The first, I didn’t have an address, map of the city or anything. The second, I tried to withdraw money, but couldn’t. I hadn’t opened my card for Africa!
I started searching for wifi, and found one after a while. I opened the card, and looked for the address, which was only two kilometres away. I went there, and found the hotel fairly easy (not easy at all, but I didn’t have to go in circles). I put my stuff in the room and start relaxing a bit. They treat me tea, which tastes awesome, and then I take a shower. Then, it is exploring time!
I put a pinpoint at the hotel, if I would get lost. I start wandering along a pretty big street until I see a place which looks good enough. I buy some chicken, french fries and rice (didn’t know what I ordered more than chicken) and it cost me just 25 dirham (I thought it was 40). I was also suspicious that the bread were not included, but it was. (25 dirham is 22 SEK, or 2.5 euro). Cheap, big, and good!
On the way home, I bought half a kilo of dates, which was also cheap. Good energy stuff!
When I was back, it was time for fore tea, and I got to meet another guy staying at the place, Veigar, from Norway. We went out to a place he knew had wifi, which sadly worked bad, and then went for a second dinner at some small restaurant (soup) , but I was so full I could only eat half of it.
Back to the hotel, more tea, more talking and finally go I sleep.
Even if many tries to hassle you as a tourist, speak with you, show you something, my impression so far is that Morocco is really nice!