”That’s Gibraltar. And you see the land next to it? That’s Africa.” Ana pointed to our left as we went down the coast of Spain.
We had half an hour left to Algeciras where she would drop me by the port.
The highway was nearly empty. ”It’s because you have to pay, the other road is full of cars. But it goes through the cities, traffic lights all the time.” she said. We talked about polices (when two suddenly stood there) and the crisis, work, surroundings… I’ve always said I need to become better at small-talk, and I think it’s slowly getting there.
In two hours I will be in Morocco. And my stomach is tickling with excitement. I’ve got a host waiting for me in Rabat and in a week I will be on the road to Mauritania.