We planned one night in Rabat. It was a central location purely designated for Trav & me to split up. Trav would venture North to Tangier to catch the Ferry to Spain, and I would continue South by car to Marrakesh, stopping in Casablanca along the way, to fly to London.
Rabat is interesting in the sense that it feels like locals here are cut from a different, higher-quality, cloth. Streets are cleaner, buildings are more built-up; even architectural in design, and the old-town Medina is somewhat dead. Almost like the business conducted here has transcended that of “old town” mentality, and probably takes place in the new side of town. There is even a fancy light rail/tram system that runs through the city. In the evening we hung out with a German & Italian, smoking hash and eating Tagine for dinner.
Wrap up
The next day we set off around one in the afternoon. I felt sad parting with Trav again, it was so much fun continuing our adventures in Africa. But he had a yearning for Spain and practicing his Spanish, I could feel it. We’ll catch up again in a few weeks’ time in the North of Spain, and maybe after that in Berlin.