Hitch 2012 - Day Seven, To Morrocco

I didn't sleep much at the bus station. There was one point where I was sitting with my head on my knees facing towards Aiden and when I turned to look the other way there was a boy in the chair next to me sitting in the same way staring right at me. He said something in Spanish but switched to English when he realised I couldn't understand him. He didn't seem too weird, just a little starey. We got told to leave the bus station at about seven, so went back to McDonald's to make a plan. We got a taxi to the train station and then got a train to a little town where we then got on a bus to Tarifa where we could get a ferry across Tangier. Unfortunately we arrived a little too late for the 1pm ferry so had to wait until 3. We went to get some food in a little restaurant near the port and while we were there we saw Katie and Ben who said they'd been staying there since the day before. It was good to see some familiar faces, but before long it was time to say goodbye and we headed to the ferry. We got our passports stamped and by the end of the 35 minute journey Aiden had made friends with some boys sitting near us who were also doing Hitch; Nick and Charlie. 

Nick had been to Morocco before and seemed confident in everything he did. We said goodbye to them at the ferry port once we arrived and started walking into town. After a couple of minutes of trying to work out where to go we turned around and saw that Nick and Charlie were just behind us. We went with them to the bank where we put our clocks back by two hours, and then headed to the CTM (which Nick told us was the only coach service to be trusted - and after seeing some of the other ones I fully believe that). They were getting a bus to Chefchaouen, a small town up in the mountains where all the buildings were painted blue. As we didn't really have a plan we decided to just follow them, and so booked the same bus, due to leave in a few hours. The bus ride was pretty long, and once we got there, there was a small (very stoned) guy waiting to take us to a hotel. It was pretty dark at this point, and I was very on edge, partly through lack of sleep but mostly because he was taking us through a dark Medina and the first two hotels he took us to seemed very dodgy. The third was alright, although my tiredness and suspicion came across as slightly aggressive and the guy checking us in had a go at me for not liking him. For the record, I didn't like him. But we stayed there anyway with Aiden and I in one room, and Charlie and Nick in a room below. Although we'd slept a little on the coach we were still exhausted, so after giving over our passport details and them insisting that we 'pay later' we agreed to meet Nick and Charlie downstairs in the morning and went to sleep.