I left the port of Tangier at about ten in the morning on a ferry for Tarifa, Spain. I didn’t know if this was the designation that I wanted, but from the port I was at I think it was the only city I get to. No problems though because for the most part I don’t really have an itinerary. The city of Tarifa was really beautiful, it was a sleepy coastal town with an almost tourist trap look to it– you know, lots of shops, everything perfectly clean, small, personal hotels everywhere. To top it off, getting into the EU has never been easier, the passport control woman smiled, mentioned that it looks like I like to travel and then stamped my passport. Customs waved me past. That’s the way it should always be. :)
There was a free shuttle that took us to Algecrias, Spain where I needed to get a bus to Madrid.I guess I got there a little bit late because the only bus that I could get left at 9pm. No worries, I spent the day wandering around, taking pictures and generally just taking it easy. One of the things that really struck me as odd was how the town pretty much shut down in the early afternoon. I’ve heard of the siesta time, but I’ve never quite seen it this dramatic before. The whole town was empty, there were maybe just one or two people walking around, all the markets were closed, the doors covered with metal shutters. It had a kind of eery feel to it.