Columns of Hercules

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    • Day 31


      March 3 in Morocco ⋅ ☀️ 16 °C

      Also die Sicherheitskontrollen sind mal ganz schön streng!
      Natürlich wurde die Blonde Deutsche als einzige raus gewunken.
      Ich musste jede Tasche aufmachen und anheben.🤔Dachten sie ich bringe Drogen ins Land?, Die schmuggelt man ja eher aus Marokko raus😉Read more


      Afrika halt :-) Keep cool and relax 😎

    • Day 160


      March 15 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 17 °C

      CEUTA. die kleine soanische Enklave in Marokko.
      Eigentlich wollte ich zum Friseur gehen, nachdem kein Friseur auffindbar und die auffindbaren keine Zeit hatten, landen wir in einem kleinen Kaffee nahe dem Schiff.
      Meine Erfrischung, ein Bier und gleich drauf noch drei Gläschen Rotwein.
      Der Wirt ist so nett, wir sind in Spanien und bekommen zu jedem Getränk ein Tapa serviert.
      Mit übervollem Magen, das Nachtmahl fällt sicher aus, gehen wir glücklich und zufrieden wieder zurück aufs Schiff. Für 7 Gläser Wein und 1 Bier zahlen wir 20 - dazu 8 Kostenlose Tapas!
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    • Day 6

      Tarifa, Spain

      December 27, 2019 in Morocco ⋅ ☁️ 59 °F

      Tarifa is a Spanish municipality in the province of Cádiz, Andalusia. Located at the southernmost end of the Iberian Peninsula. Tarifa lies on the Costa de la Luz ("coast of light") and across the Strait of Gibraltar facing Morocco.Read more

    • Day 8


      January 23 in Spain ⋅ 🌙 13 °C

      Und auf einmal geht es ruckzuck…
      Nerja-Algeciras. Dort bei Lidl für die nächste Zeit eindecken, falls es in Marokko nix gibt…
      Schnaps vorsichtshalber in Wasserflaschen umgefüllt. Was wir da noch nicht ahnen, viel zu wenig Bier gebunkert!
      Zu Carlos Tickets nach Ceuta und Retour ohne Zeitlimits gekauft, Drohne deponiert, und da es noch recht früh war, die nächste Fähre genommen.
      Somit sind wir um 19:27 auf dem afrikanischen Kontinent, aber immer noch spanisches Hoheitsgebiet.
      Haben uns dann total in Ceuta‘s Altstadt verfranst weil der anvisierte Lidl-Parkplatz nur eine Tiefgarage war.
      Dann aber doch, direkt am Strand, auf einem öffentliche Parkplatz gestanden, for free.
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    • Day 202

      Cueta (Spanish enclave)

      November 3, 2017 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 20 °C

      OK so we decided that when we left Gibraltar we really should a bit of culture before hitting the Costa del Sol so we tried to contact the marinas in Cueta and Smir, just south of Cueta in Morocco proper. Sadly they weren't answering phones or email. We decided to try Cueta first as it was actually Spanish and then if we could reach them go to Smir. The Straits crossing started out OK nice and smooth, but then the water got confused pushing and pulling in various directions then we arrived at the shipping channel proper and we had to start zigzagging to avoid the huge cargo ships and tankers and as if that wasn't fun enough the swell was coming broadside, hilarious. We were also advised, well not us specifically, to be on the look out for an inflatable off the coast of morocco containing about 55 people. Didn't see them. But alls well that ends well and we made it to Cueta, and were assisted to our 'stern to' mooring. I had hoped that there would be a Moroccan feel to the place but not really, a lot of the workers obviously came across the border every day and there were a lot of statues and some lovely buildings but it didn't feel very foreign. We did how ever find a Guernsey registered boat.!! We still couldn't reach Smir Marina and the staff at Cueta were unable to help so that coupled with a forecast that said we either left tomorrow or not for a couple of days as the wind was picking up, this new coupled with charges of almost 40E a night meant we decided to head back across the Straits the next day. A very similar crossing except we were to lookout for a fibreglass boat with 10 people onboard and also had to avoid the live rounds that HMS Simtar would be firing towards the East of Europa point! It was a relief to arrive off the Costa del Sol we chose La Duquesa as supposed to be a smaller marina in a less developed area and a little cheaper. It was all of these things and they gave us a bottle of wine which John described as OK. Will try to add photos when internet link stronger.Read more

      Jessica Lund

      Wow interesting journey! I just watched a documentary on the refugee crisis from a refugee’s view point. One of the guys joined a bigger group to storm the fences that separated Cueta from Morocco. He ended up with a three month jail sentence for his trouble, but is so determined Europe offers a safer place to be that he and others will keep trying.


      I remember walking past you in Duquesa thinking where do I recognise you from lol 🤣 Then remembering we met a few days earlier in Gibralter!!!

    • Day 189

      The Border to Marocco

      February 19 in Morocco ⋅ 🌬 16 °C

      Border crossings are always something special. They used to be really exciting: everyone is nervous whether you will be let into the foreign country without any problems, you speak a foreign language (or you don't, which is even more exciting!😜), the border officials sometimes seem intimidating.

      Although I'm sure I'm not carrying anything unauthorised, I feel excited.
      For years I have travelled almost exclusively in the European Union and therefore I am no longer used to crossing borders.
      And this is Africa. After all, anything can happen!

      I slowly roll up on my bike so as not to do anything wrong.
      I am waved through from one person to the next and roll through the border at walking pace. I look around attentively for faces that either stop me or wave me on. I really don't want to have an official against me whom I accidentally pass.
      I am guided past the queue of cars into an empty check-in lane. The box there is unoccupied.
      I stand there and look around - no one is here. The only occupied box is the one with the cars. But they didn't want me there, they wanted me here where there is no one. 🤔
      Should I drive on?
      Should I go to the box for the cars?

      I slowly roll on and come to an official in a long coat to whom I hand my passport. He takes a quick look and waves me on.
      I am now in the zone between Spain and Morocco.
      I've made it through the first half - almost.

      A whistle sounds. Behind me a second official in uniform waves: I shall come back. I turn around and roll back a few metres. The longcoat and the uniformed man are discussing. Then the longcoat waves me away from a distance:
      I shall roll on. I turn around and do so.

      Again the whistle. The uniformed man waves me on again. I have skipped the procedure and have no exit stamp. Instead of walking the 20 metres back to the gatehouse, I am now supposed to
      - roll on
      - but then join the queue leading back to Europe.
      - re-enter the country
      - get the exit stamp and then leave the country properly with a stamp. 🤯

      A diversion for me, but the officials have the power of interpretation here. 🙇‍♂️

      I want to carry out the procedure as I was ordered and turn left through a gate to the entry queue.
      I explain the situation to the officer standing there, then he makes a short radio call to the uniformed officer. Finally he waves me on. The exit stamp is irrelevant for entry into Morocco.

      In contrast to the exit, the entry is completely uncomplicated:
      'Do you have alcohol?'
      - Yes, but only to burn, not to drink.
      'Do you have a drone?'
      - No.

      They want me to open another bag and then I enter Morocco. 🇲🇦
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