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After what seemed like an eternity we finally were able to leave the port area, only to drive straight into the next challenge. Traffic in Tangier was chaotic, guys were yelling at us, wanting to sell things, policemen were whistling at us pretending we had neglected traffic rules. We had to get out of here.
So I put the pedal down, ignored any signs giving directions that were mostly written in Arabic letters anyhow and just followed the compass on the dashboard of the van. Once outside the outskirts of Tangier we were able to calm down from this culture shock. We had some experience in travelling southern Europe, but this was something else.
We made it past Casablanca until we turned from the main road onto a dirt track, parked the van at the side of the track and went immediately to sleep.
August the 17th. We woke up quite early only to find out that we were already the attraction of the village. It seemed that every child in the near vicinity had come over to watch us strangers. Something that we also had to get used to: being THE attraction once we halted the van and immediately getting closely observed by the locals almost everywhere.
In the early evening we reached our first stop, Essaouira, the town mentioned in our book.
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