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The rain continued but we were getting itchy feet/wheels.

After Flynn and I had had a look at the local fishing fleet, and Jane and I had scouted breakfast in a very dejected looking Asilah we set off north again towards the port and an almost mythical 6pm boat to Spain.

We arrived at about midday and were informed in broken french that the boat was indeed mythical and we should come back at 8pm or was it 18:00. There was also some confusion about whether it was 8pm/18:00 today, tomorrow and, for a short while… yesterday.

Whatever, we looked at the queues of trucks and vans other trucks and decided tomorrow was the best bet. We drove back to Ksar Sghir a small village near the port. We’re parking in a car park near the beach with an array of other vans trucks waiting for the port to open. They’re mainly french, the one brit here left shortly after we arrived. Not sure what we said. There’s a beach, another gang of friendly puppies a good view of the port where there might be a boat leaving for spain at 9am tomorrow. Or yesterday.