Our bus was scheduled for 6:30 am but, as has happened in the past, it was about ½ late; in other words, on time. It was a bit of a milk run stopping every few minutes to pick up more travelers.
Before arriving in Tarifa, we were advised that the fast ferry was still crossing to Africa but, due to increasing winds, it was probable that it would not be returning for a number of days. The winds in this area are constant with about 2,000 hours per year. When the winds pick-up the waves on the Straits of Gibraltar reach 3 to 4 metres which would top the ferry. Given the choice of being lost at sea, extra days in Tangiers without benefit of a toothbrush or returning to Las Farolas, we returned after a short stop in Tarifa (labour requirements as the bus driver is mandated to take a break). In Tarifa, we met a family from West Virginia. For their grandchildren, they take them on a trip of their choice upon completion of college. Their granddaughter, Jordan, had just completed her stint and had a job in New York. We spent some time learning about how she manages living in such a large city. Then we braved the really strong winds to take a look at the Moorish castle which was built in 711 and defended the area for the 800 years that the Moors occupied Andalusia.
Back at our home away from home, we went for a walk to locate a larger ‘supermarket’ as our local had more beverages than food.
John had his first Phall in 10 years. Those that know Indian food know that this is the equivalent of rocket fuel which burns going in and out.
Checking today, it is expected that the fast ferry will not be running over the weekend so we will try again next week after we visit Granada.
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