Spain is in Africa. At least some of it is. Our boat left Algeciras, Spain, sailed across the Straits of Gibraltar and landed in Ceuta, Spain on the African coast. We rode about 3.5 miles, exited Spain and entered Morocco. The former took two minutes and the latter, two and a half hours.
Third world borders are interesting. There are the official uniformed border guards and unofficial “guides” to help with the crossing. The guides wear official-looking ID cards around their neck and ours spoke English, French and German. Kevin and Alan from Globebusters have done this crossing over two dozen times and chose to do all of us as a group. They had the information sheets already filled out and presented them to the guards, who requested all our passports. After review, they asked for all our insurance cards. That was problematic, since one rider left his at home when he left. A little gratuity canceled that request. We were ready to leave and a supervisor decided that he needed to see the insurance cards. Another gratuity and we were rolling again.
White and blue were the colors of the seashore town. Street sweepers wore blue/white uniforms and pushed blue wheelbarrows. Many round-abouts through town were interesting to navigate. I’ve dueled taxis in Boston, Athens and Beijing, so these were not a problem.
We were soon out of town and saw a different country. Many burrows with heavy packs were grazing, walking or being ridden. Free-range chickens and kittens were everywhere. Teenage boys saluted our passing with their cellphones taking pictures. We found our hotel and walked fifteen minutes on narrow streets to the center of town. We found an ATM and got local currency. Dirhams are eight to one US$. A small bottle of water is 5D.
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