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Wednesday, 3 August 2011

A few shots from the ferry ride over.

I had no car, but there was space if I did:


For cars, like so many things.

The passenger area:


People passengering.

And immigration control, where you had your passport stamped for entry into Morocco. This is near the end of the trip, at the beginning the line was much longer.


Immigration: on the ferry!

Goodbye Europe…


Sad wave.

…Hi, tanker…


Oh hi

…Hello, Africa!


Happy wave!

The gates come down!


On our way.

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Wednesday, 3 August 2011

Tarifa has some historical sights, but is mostly known for its excellent kitesurfing/windsurfing conditions. In fact it’s one of the best places in the world to surf or skirt above the waves with the help of a big kite and a lot of wind, and there are places that will teach you how to do so, for a pretty fee, over the course of three days. There are also whale-watching expeditions that depart from Tarifa, and what are supposed to be some spectacular beaches. But I was only passing through.

My original intent was to drop off the bulk of my luggage somewhere in Tarifa and reclaim it when I pass through on the return. But there are no left luggage lockers in either the bus station or the port. But I figured I could approach the local hostel, or a hotel, and ask them to hold my luggage for a few days. They’d get paid something, and they’d still have all their rooms available for rent. Seemed to me like a sweet deal for both parties concerned, but the first place I approached was emphatic in their declination. In fact they seemed angry, like I was trying to cheat them out of the normal fee for the bed I wouldn’t be sleeping in. And here I thought I’d be doing them a favor. Not so.

To heck with that, I thought, I might as well just bring my bags with me to Morocco. Makes a lot more sense than paying for my accommodation twice over.

A few shots of Tarifa on the way down to the port:







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Wednesday, 3 August 2011

After Malaga, there was some question about what to do next. I could go straight to Granada, and still intend to when I return to Spain. But the other option – the option I took – was to go to Tarifa, the southern-most city in Europe, and from there take the ferry to Tangier, in Morocco. So this is the bus ride from Malaga to Tarifa, looking out at Africa, and the Atlas Mountains.


Looking at Africa.

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