We awoke still stoned. Bong chai lasts well! Knowing we had a ferry to catch and also a mess to clean, we sat. We couldn't think to do more. So we sat. And wondered if we would make the ferry at all that day.
But Jo wanted it and so we cleaned a bit (more would have been better as we knew another was about to move in) and pushed off. Down the hill we stumbled but soon the fresh air took affect and the excitement began to enter our veins.
Two buses later and we were in ... um... the Port place. We booked a midnight ferry and at 12 set off for Africa!
On arrival I learnt we were actually still in Spain. A city called Malilla, it was part of Spain still. Haha. So we jumped on the next available bus (after a little haggling) and found ourselves headed for Fes.
And a thank you to the really nice man we met at the Port who gave us advice on prices. Like a taxi in the Spanish city to the border (maybe 5mins) would be 5 euro. On crossing the border, a 30 minute taxi ride to the nearest town would cost 5 durram - around 50cents. Neighbouring countries and yet a world apart in price!
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