Algeciras was bright, warm, and humid - an introduction to the continent we were about to enter. We booked tickets for a ferry that was supposed to leave at 4 pm and arrive in Tangier 2.5 hours later. This was, unfortunately, not the case. The ferry didn't actually leave until around 7 pm Spanish time and arrived around 8 pm Moroccan time. Arg.
It was already dark when we arrived, so we changed money and found a hotel for the evening.
After settling in, we went to a nearby cafe to purchase food (1/4 chicken and a soda) and had to wait for about 20 minutes while the various waiters ran around trying to get change for 100Dh (the equivalent of about $12). Food and change in hand, we returned to our hotel room and ate dinner before getting ready to depart early in the morning for Asilah.
In the morning, we walked along the main street by the beach for a ways, before asking directions to be sure of whether we'd passed the station or not. As designated sort-of-French-getter-by-er, I asked a group of women where the station was. There seemed to be some discrepancy regarding the best way of getting there and one of the women nearly fell over from tripping over herself in her excitement/exuberance while trying to explain the route to us. We understood enough to be at the station in a few minutes though, thanks to the sweet women, and all was well.
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