So, the day came when we were done with Africa for this time. We got up early as usual and drove via Chefchaouen – the Blue City – to Ceuta. Almost. Well, we got there, but the last kilometer into Ceuta (which is actually a Spanish enclave) took us 8 hours. We found out later this was due to some punishment by Spain against Morocco. We arrived around noon, planning to catch a ferry at 15, but we ended up just catching the last ferry leaving at 22:30. One thing I learnt during this trip was to patiently wait in chaotic queues.
We arrived in Algeciras, Spain, close to midnight and drove for about 30 minutes to a wild camping site I had found in an app.