Shortly before arrival on our route to Algecieras where we were heading to buy our tickets for the Algecieras - Tangier Med ferry the next day, we had spotted a place on the beach that looked like it might make a great spot to camp up for the night. After purchasing our tickets we backtracked along our route and pulled into the beach to find a few other vehicles there that looked as though they might also be on their way to or from Morocco.
￼That evening turned out to be the warmest on the trip south from the UK so far. We all sat outside to eat and conversation was unsurprisingly gravitating toward what our next day would have in store. Not only were we going to be entering Africa, but we had a ferry crossing ahead of us and if there’s one thing with ferries it's that you can never really know exactly what’s going to happen. Different ports, different staff, different languages, different protocol etc all boils down into a big melting pot of ‘Not knowing what on earth is going on’. This ferry was no different.