.. and at last we reached the border. After spending a couple of days on the coast of Tarifa, to enjoy their huge playicas, and make last-minute shopping before changing continent, we're looking pa Algeciras ferry alleged five p.m. and eight alleged night arrival. The English border We have passed without any problems .. but on arrival in the Moroccan customs, about nine o'clock at night, is where action begins. By jose 'er child' do not put any hits his Patrol and after paying a small commission goes by quickly and easily. But we start sending side to side, passenger customs, the customs duties for leather goods, if the scanner .. bufffff .. nobody understands anything, nobody here misses us, but nobody wants to stick it to dismantle the roof gigs to see what we have, which with the leather goods if they do. So they decide to send the scanner, but when you arrive, it who have already closed because more than ten in the night so without further tell us that we have to stay overnight at the office .. quee ?????????, and without further explanation will disappear ... ! S not try to ignore someone and just get the answer that the scanner is closed and must wait until tomorrow when or if! Definitely give up to get more clear, when we see that others doing the same. Well, we got up in the morning, and on August 30 we go to famous scanner, we pass through it, tip here, chaos there, trucks, the odd of us who spent the night .. What a mess. Total once fixed this, we re-send to the customs office, and make us remove the awning, open drawers and teach the things one by one, because of course nobody can get on the roof (or want to). To see so many bikes, and when they had explained to our French-Catalan hybrid why, and who were our gifts, we ask transportation rates, and therefore 20 euros per bike rather than relocate, ie 80 eurakens! ! Eingggggggg? By the way, Mr. Customs has remained a pair of rubbers, as a commission for their work (be eggs). To the point, after discussion, disassemble, assemble, spend the night at the border, pass through a scanner, and a few tall tales, get the stamp crossing to Tangier, that if, without having released a hard, without losing patience, and being positive, having left it with a curious experience more to explain. definitely left the harbor and there we find the child and undertake er Joselin finally heading south towards Tetouan, everything and we decided to go direct and Chefchaouen, a small village in the Rif mountains, with a spectacularly beautiful medina, with its picturesque streets with their blue and white colors and people wandering between them. We have also dedicated one day to climb a small peak surrounded by cedars and oaks, which should be around 2000 meters, a few hours walk from the village, and where we could go back again the Mediterranean Sea.
curious thing about these valleys is that they are grown Kif ( I mean, marijuana, everything, and that the literal translation in the local language would be pleased), and that is one of the growing areas of the world's largest hashish. This involves being around people who do not stop offering hashish, kif, pollen and all products derived from the plant, but without any problem. Another thing that we are living these days here is that we are still in the period of Ramadan, so people are seeing more night than day, the shops are usually closed, and I imagine that the character its people must also be somewhat altered. Fasting morning just to see what happens and how goes the return to normality of the Muslims.
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