Started the day with Daniel my Brother by Elton John. On nose flutes of course.
Goodbye to Jonathan nonsense at the hotel:
A chapter closes
But life isn’t all cake
Or is it…
Left Jonathan in Marakesh and Justin and I headed out to Casablanca. We found the local UPS depot, but customs was a nightmare. A real throwback to traveling in Western and Eastern Europe before the EU was formed and the Berlin Wall came down.
Luckily I have some knowledge of customs work and quickly picked up a helper: Mohammed Pistole pictured with an Autosportif pen, a hugely valuable asset in the bureaus.
Morrocan Customs and UPS’s agents cleared me out of all my Dirhams, a few Euros Justin’s Dirhams and some goodwill to boot.
The process brought back all those memories, great to see carnets and duplicate sheets, ink stamps and poor quality paper everywhere. Mohammed got me to the head of every queue and found all the officers we had to find, we were walking round the airport customs sheds and offices for two hours. You would stand no chance on your own and would have been there for days without a fixer. By the time I got the parcel in my hands I had paid or got a stamp from nine different officials. Better outside the EU?
Got to Tangiers Med, sorted out swapping Justin for Jonathan on the tickets and booked on to the 8pm crossing. We were still in the queue for police control above at 8 pm and thought we’d miss the boat, but we loaded at 9pm anyway, phew.