Our five hour train ride from Seville to Algericas (Spain) ended with a mad dash towards the waterfront in an attempt to catch the ferry leaving for Tangier (Morocco). Algericas is a typical port town with handfuls of seedy men and touts offering whatever they think you might need or being willing to buy just to be rid of them. Unfortunately, we missed the boat direct to Tangier and had to book tickets on the next boat to a city named Sebta, on the African continent, but still part of Spain.
It was leaving right away, so after purchasing the tickets we had to run with our luggage across the road, through the parking lot, up the stairs, down the hallway to the departure gate, and into the entrance ramp, all in a matter of about six minutes. We just made the ferry.
Plush arm chairs, coffee tables, a snack bar and duty free shopping gave the ferry a posh, expensive feel. But on each table are motion sickness bags, a subtle hint to the choppy waters between Europe and Africa. As far as I know, no one on our brief, 40 minute journey actually used one of the bags, but some people looked close, keeping their heads down and their minds on other things.
We knew very little about Sebta when we arrived, but based on the brief guidebook description we expected a sketchy resort port town similar to Algericas. Once the boat docked, we stepped out to see a booming metroplois resort city with shops, clubs, restaurants -- even fountains with colorful lights projecting into the night. Seupa was our last taste of Spain as we would return to "Africa" (Morocco) in the morning.
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