Let’s get back to the trip Mike and I took to northern Morocco way back in November. Returning to this trip actually means returning to Spain! The last portion of our trip was a visit to Ceuta aka Sebta, a tiny bit of Spain attached to Morocco*. (Ceuta = Spanish, Sebta = Arabic)
Entering Ceuta was pretty easy if you don’t mind being pushed around in a line for 30 minutes or so. After lunging at the passport desk, we were waived on to simply walk across the border into Spain. From there you can take a taxi or bus into the city center. If you are crazy, you can try to walk. Yep, we tried to walk. The distance looked a lot shorter on the map. Eventually, we hailed a taxi that took us straight to our hotel.
We spent most of our time in Sebta enjoying the European feel of our surroundings and stocking up on essentials, like black beans and tofu.
On the way back in to Morocco we joked about the relatively relaxed border. Turns out, it was even more relaxed than we realized. A man standing by a fence noticed we didn’t have an exit stamp, so he directed us up to the window of a drive through passport lane. After a smile and stamp we were on our way. It was also fun to see what other people were bringing back into Morocco. I noticed a gigantic garbage bag full of chips and quite a few containers of Nesquick making their way back over the border.
From Ceuta we headed back to Tangier for the night before returning to Marrakech.
*There’s another Spanish enclave on mainland Africa.