So, here I am (above) having left Europe just 30 minutes ago (below). I have to say that, while not being a person that normally suffers from motion sickness the ride was pretty bumpy and I was glad when it was over. I actually do not think it was the sea, it was just that the catamaran boat was way too fast.
I did not sleep all that well, I guess there was a bit of fear of the unknown at play there. On top of that I had to be at the boat just after eight so it meant alarm at 7:30 which is now a bit revolutionary for me.
Anyway it all was very straight forward. On the way to the port I reverted from British to Italian and this means that the only stamp I have collected so far will be on the Italian passport. The logic behind this is that, I think, it is better to go through muslim countries as an Italian than as a Brit. I’ll become British again in Angola.
I will talk more in depth about the landing in Tangiers in the daily post but, froma formalities point of view it was absolutely seamless. Amazing how one minute you’re on a continent and the next you’re gone.