So, here’s a funny story. Not so funny, really….
Morocco Day 4 can be best described as “sickly”. I ended up with at 30 hour bug (litterally from the moment it hit me on Monday morning to the moment it went away on Tuesday morning back in Granada) so thankfully it wasn’t anything too horrible, but the downside is that the last morning in Morocco and our visit to Gibralter was less than enjoyable for me. Here’s more or less a rundown of what we did, though all of these events are one big blur….
- Breakfast on the bus on the way to Ceuta: 3 hours on the dwarf-bus crammed next to people eating an assortment of Moroccan pastries. This (the 3 hours on the bus and the smell of pastries) did not aid the sickly-ness.
- Crossing the border at Ceuta: Spain has two cities in Africa (colonialism at its finest!) and both are on the coast….Ceuta and Mellia (or something like that- on my poli sci exam I referred to them as C&M and got credit…haha). These two cities are hot beds for immigration issues. If you think the US/Mexican border is bad, just think if the Tijuana was actually an American city. Lots of people try to cross illegally, and so as you can imagine, the border crossing was a clusterfuck. Major, major clusterfuck.
- Ferry ride to Spain (er, the mainland): I drank a sprite and then passed out. Maybe it was fun?
- Gibralter: Seriously, it was a giant rock. There were some monkeys. There was a cool lighthouse and you could see Africa. I didn’t get my passport stamped with a Gibralter stamp becuase you had to cross by foot and we didn’t have time to do that. Boo. Really, all I wanted to do was pass out the whole time, but our bus driver was a creeper and tried to make all these jokes. Odd.
- Bus ride to Granada: 4 hours. NOT a dwarf-bus. It was the best thing, ever. I passed out, woke up feeling a little better….
So yeah, day 4 was spent on a wide variety of transportation devices, most of which were bus-like. Not the most thrilling day of my life, but it was cool to say that I’ve been to Gibralter. Not a lot of people can say that. Plus, being sickly was a downer…major, major downer.
On a side note, I bought some really pretty postcards in Morocco. I also thought it would be really fun to actually send them from Morocco. Then I got sickly and was not in the mental state to ask our guide in the morning where the mailbox was….and so it completely slipped my mind until Tuesday night when I was feeling better. So some of the postcards have two sets of stamps on them. Silly, silly me……
In sum: Morocco = amazing. Completely justified my choosing of Granada.
