Head down to the sea wall (in Tarifa) to take pictures of the Mediterranean and the Atlantic coast before heading for the ferry. A small group of divers decide to strip naked in front of us as we are taking photos of the coastline. Head for the ferry and John gets chatted up by a buxom German woman who lives in Casablanca and gives him her address in case he is in town. We are convinced that she's promoting a swingers party - either that or his Atom has worked some magic. Within the hour we are setting foot (and wheel) in North Africa. Nearly 2 hours of administration and we are heading out of Tangier port and on to the roads to Tatouine. John spots a car on fire having been filled up too much with fuel at a gas station. It's starting to get dark as we head over the mountain passes from Tangier to Tatouine and dicing with lorries and locals in blue Mercedes taxis. Finally arrive in Tatouine and it seems like a million school kids are on the streets to ogle the strange Brits in their unusual modes of transport. It's dark by the time we eventually get to the Sofitel Hotel along the coast in Northern Morocco and we pay over the odds for hotel rooms - albeit pretty top quality rooms - in order to sleep the night. I have visions of us sleeping by the side of the road in all our gear to keep warm so the hotel is a welcome respite from donkeys and women selling flowers by the roadside.
Dinner is the best we've eaten so far - a classic Moroccan tagine. Studying the maps for tomorrow - decide to head to Fez - some 200 miles away. More wine (Moroccan Caberbnet Sauvignon - very good), then bed.
First photograph in Morocco.
Just for the record 203 miles in Spain today, and 53 in Morocco.
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