Day 4 - Tinerhir

Oh god...

Once you drive off the Malaga - Melilla ferry, well, nothing changes. You're still in Spain, a "normal" European country (Melilla being an enclave of Spain), the only difference being that instead of gas costing the 1.465 it does in mainland Spain, it costs 1.025 EUR.

But then. THEN you hit the Moroccan border. Go to window 1, get white form, fill out, get it stamped and entered, then go hut 4 over there to get green car paper stamped, go back to window 1 because they can't read your Moroccan entry number, once written in ink into your passport, go to hut 4 to import car, then go to random guy in Moroccan uniform to get a stamp on the green form. Proceed to border and get waved through.

And this was the easy border. What did we get ourselves into!?

Having arrived at 8.30, cleared the border at 10, and left Nador at 11 (after changing money and filling up the Jerry cans for just under a Euro per liter), we then proceeded to cross the magnificent Atlas mountain range to get to Tinehir (which is spelled different on road signs, the Garmin map, the Michelin map and on Tripadvisor), where the official hotel was full and we are now at a *cough* 4* hotel (if you give one star for each cockroach and cancerogenic substance in the room). It's an adventure. :)


Oh, right, I had a point - one I'm sure I'll make again this trip.... Great Architect of the Universe, thank you for giving me the privilege of being born in the West. I don't know what the people you had born out here did, but I'm sure some of the m****rf***ers had to be at least camp guards, if not Jewish Capo's in 1945. Why else would you make them stand at 1900 meters and beg for water? Or have them live in a place where the predominant product being grown on the field is apparently plastic bags?

RSVP - address to the couple in the un-killable Subaru.

Love,
David