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Madrid to Marrakech

I caught the overnight train back down to Algeciras, the ferry across to Tangiers, and literally walked into Colin on the street there. This was just as well as we were each heading to a different cafe, thinking it was the one we had agreed to meet up in and we'd probably never found each other. Colin was as pleased to see me as he'd ever been, having been getting hassled by guides since he'd arrived. In the evening we decided to catch the overnight train down to Marakech; my third night in a row sleeping on a train; where we booked into Hotel Afriqiua and we've been just chilling out and taking in the souk since.

I'm writing this in an internet cafe; using a hellish French and Arabic keyboard, hnce this has taken ages to type.

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