Where the waves meet

I was a little sad to say goodbye to our characterful room in Chefchaouen on New Year’s Day but our next stop, Tangier, beckoned. 

We arrived just in time for lunch which we enjoyed down by the ferry port with the faint outline of Spain in the distance. 

It was good to see the sea and after some sustenance most of us hopped back on the bus with Lahcen who had promised to take us to the point where the Atlantic Ocean and Mediterranean Sea meet. Tangier already looked more like the French Riviera than anywhere else we had visited and the viewpoint we drove to high above the waves certainly had the same feel.

After breathing in some salty air we moved on to Hercules’ Cave where the Greek hero was rumoured to have rested before claiming the golden apple from the Hesperides in the Atlas Mountains. 

After a couple more hours wandering the medina, seven of us met up to go to a local family for our evening meal. Our host cooked us a delicious soup followed by chicken and vegetable couscous which set us up perfectly for the overnight train journey ahead.

A fault on the train meant that our four bed couchettes were not available. Lucky for us ladies who were reallocated to single berths in First Class. Not so lucky for the chaps who had to make do with sleeping on seats instead! 

I can’t say it was the best night’s sleep I’ve ever had but at least I was up and raring to go when we rolled into Marrakech on schedule just after 7am. I’m definitely ready to make the most of my final day in this colourful country.