Atlantic Ocean, March 13, 2002
Those hills I have not reviewed. I think in Monaco we simply took a different route and we lost. Now we are on the ferry that takes you to the Canary Islands and Cadiz, and 'one of those moments when you ask yourself' cause you were not home. Nothing philosophical crisis, only a great desire for land. And 'since yesterday that are always on the verge of vomiting in bed. It would also be acceptable if it were not for the British sixties that while you feel a rag, they stand at the bar to swallow gallons of gin and tonic.
It took two weeks to embark. The van has slowly brought to Barcelona, where we stopped by Manuel, a friend of Mario and Paul. Then we spent a few days in Benidorm (where I worked) at the home of Max and Barbara, and when we arrived in Cadiz area was missing a week for the next ferry to the Islands. What we do in the meantime? Morocco.
After leaving the van in a parking lot of Algeciras, we embarked for Ceuta, a Spanish enclave on the African continent. With 40 Euro / hour crossing kings we found an Africa. Ceuta and 'most' of Algeciras, Spain (mainland) where there are a lot of Moroccans in the harbor area. To go to the border we took a taxi to 2 Euros per person (bus cost 50 cents). Sorry if I will be 'very detailed cost and mode' but I wish the reader might use the report as a guide.
The border and 'crazy. Dozens of women and Moroccan men were standing literally caged waiting to go to go to the market of Ceuta, a free port. Shouts and cheers filled the air, the police maintained order, and every now and then someone took away. At the sides there was a bare hill on which they scrambled up baskets and bags full of people as refugees fleeing war. After ten minutes of waiting we went the other way and we found ourselves in front of a field of clay full of old blue Mercedes taxis. And people began to talk. A little 'pushy as you can' reasonably be expected in such a country to Western tourists, kind enough, the usual jokes about Italy, football, etc. ... we took a taxi with 3 Euros per head has led us to Tetuan. Needless to say, the price is negotiated. In the taxi the driver was, well and good, and another character who was 
by Public Relations as only he spoke.
Usual chatter, trying to understand what his role in the whole thing but I could not. Arrived in Tetuan we paid him and having to give us 10 Dirham (1 Euro) for the rest we went with him. He said the next coach for the Chefchauen was only 4 and a half and we could leave our bags at the station. Negative, we did not want to risk it. Then took us to eat, 'we should say goodbye to them to avoid trouble later.
We ate the Rev counter, very good, 1.5 euros each. He ate too and we have paid us. He proposed to buy some chocolate (hashis), but we refused.
Then we went with him to the bus station and made us buy a ticket where he wanted him, another error (which I followed). The person who sold us the tickets (15 Dirhams, 1.5 euros) was not within the office. While waiting we got to drink a cup of tea 'mint, always with him. Then he started asking "a souvenir". Money. We should not have to follow him and let him take the lead, but once we let him (even if not asked) did not want to leave empty-handed.
- "How much?"
- "As you say, must come from the heart." Speech absurd, I did not like.
- "Tell me all you want, and what 'right for you."
After much insistence, said the figure: 10 Euro. Absurd.
I gave him one Euro, ate for free, and they 'held the other Euros, had not he said he wanted money, he lost a couple of hours. Should suffice.
Yes and 'made money even ask Mario and Paul did not care who rightly have data. He stressed a lot and when you are 'made veiled threats to our safety', Mario was already 'pretty pissed.
It 'got the type of ticket, saying that the bus was there. Mario was missing half an hour and told him, looking unwell, we would be dropped later. The type and is' offended and tried to calm him, I said that Mario was nervous' cause the money and kept asking them to him that we had already 'data
- "How many?".
- "Two Euros. but they wanted 10 "
- "Give him 10, if he deserves"
- "10 if we can 'forget it, now we come to the bus"
Error, I had to let him go. At the end we went down while the guide kept asking for money. On the bus we had to pay 5 Dihram for luggage, right.
We got in and we sat down. Then came along with the types of ticket, and asked for 75 Dirhams (7.5 euros) each for "reservation"! The ticket cost 15 and 75 the reservation?! No, impossible. Our refusal to have called you and the driver 'to rant and threaten to put us down by his coach. Mario wanted to stay and not pay. I wanted to take the train. Tensions rose, and Mario and 'almost reached the hands with the driver, flew big words.
The price of 'booking' and 'down to 20 Dirhams, I asked Paul to pay. We went and types are gone, not before shouting:
- "You're a good person."
Read: you are the more 'idiot.
It was all a hoax, the conductor was not a conductor, the driver was not the driver.
Everything had probably been engineered with the help of guide who led us to take a ticket from the fake ticket on hold. The thing that screwed us, and 'precisely that. We believed (but not Mario) that the driver and the conductor were real.
We were wrong not to listen to Mario, who was already there in Morocco 'state, and we have fallen into the trap. The fact 'that a thing so organized there had never happened in any country.
All of us, and 'cost maybe 5 Euros, but at least we learned on our skin that you may have traveled all you want, but there are always surprises.
So the rule to follow 'to avoid being led around by guides,' cause you get into a spin from which it 'difficult to get out then.
Needless to say, with Morocco as the first impact is not 'was the best. The days to come but 'would allow me to see how much and' beautiful this country.
El Cotillo, Fuerteventura, Canary Islands, Spain, Eurafrica, Friday, March 15, 2002 
Since we got where we wanted to get, is' just fine and Morocco now belongs to the past, do not want to be there to make you the whole story, we think the photos. I'll tell you 'just that we were in Chefchauen, spectacular, and Fez, beautiful, and that the Moroccans are not bad, rather they are good, and they are not aggressive, even humble, and that seeing them in their environment helped me to clear the 'image that we have in Italy, where immigrants and join them in not very pleasant things, like the ones that we did when they migrated. Sometimes there is pain in the ass', of course, as everywhere else, and them ', to be honest, the pain in the ass they are so particular, but Oh well', you know the trick all runs smoothly. 
Now we are in the kingdom of the wind where we have already 'found an apartment at 420 euros a month, the surf beach a few yards and landscapes from Arizona. We listen to Janet Joplin that adds a little 'in America who does not know what to do (quoting Baptists). 
