The way back

Under the feeling of time pressure, I started my journey back. It was a whirlwind through Morocco, and in Marrakesh, Casablanca, and Kenitra I met up with Moroccan friends I had made on the way there.

Moroccan market
sandy and remote country roads, riddled with potholes and unpaved sections
Tuna fishing in the Strait of Gibraltar

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