Plan C: Let’s go to Marrakesh by bus!!
We had Colours after a delicious breakfast (like every morning. We will miss it, especially the bread). We were looking forward to our return to the Gulden Leeuw but Drew had important and big news. He was going to tell us about the next change to our CAF plan. We wouldn’t go back to Lisbon the next morning, instead we would pack all our stuff in a bus and it would be the first part of our trip to Morocco. Plan C had started and "Class A Coach" would be the way we would continue this breathtaking trip, full of unbelievable days that follow one after another.
“Time to say good bye…” - this time the song wasn’t playing for our families, it was playing for our amazing friends from UNEDCO who gave us a wonderful home for three weeks. They had open hearts throughout the whole time, even though we were a big group who was eating all their food. Thank you so much for that. But they weren’t the only ones we had to say good bye to. Two of our crew members, who became a fixed part of us, had to return home due to personal matters. Of course we are all sad and miss them but mostly we are thankful for every single second we were able to spend with them. Thank you for all the awesome 24-hours we were able to spend with you every single day for 44 days. You two will be connected with us the whole time for sure, not only through modern technology but also in our hearts and memories. Every single one of us will keep you in our minds so you will experience everything 43 times through us!
The first bus brought us to Algeciras, a Spanish port-city were we headed to the ferry, ready to cross the Strait of Gibraltar. Before we were able to board our last bus in Morocco that would drive us to our hotel, “Le Coq Hardi”, we first had to get over a big challenge. If you have ever tried to move every single backpack and sea bag of 43 people, plus six big boxes full of school and office stuff, four white boards, three guitars and one keyboard from a bus through the whole ferry-station (security and immigration) up to the top of the ferry and after arriving in Morocco, moving it to a bus, and from there through a building with safety checks and in the end to our final bus - then you know what we did that day! But I have to add that a lot of us were really impressed by how smoothly the whole process went.
All of us on top of the ferry, after the first part of our travel day.
Everybody is excited and can’t wait any longer to arrive in Morocco
A crazy thing about Class Afloat is that even when you’ve had a long day, basically sitting 16 hours in a bus, you are still able to write pages in your journal full of your experiences that you gained during that day.
As soon as we arrived at the port you could already feel and smell the different air of a new country and the smell of a completely new continent for a lot of us. During our bus ride you were already able to see some differences to Spain or our home country. For example, the style of the buildings (flat roofs and all the same colour), the fact that all women have covered arms, legs, and some also have their heads and hair covered, and the different money. The flora is similar to Andalusia due to the similar location. People sit along the roads or just run across the streets and horses and donkeys are used for transport and farming.
We stopped at a big store full of food, electronics and basic stuff you need. Everybody picked their dinner, mostly sweets and candy. We also stopped at a couple other rest stops. One of my favourite things is seeing 35 people, wearing all the same red t-shirts, enter a building all together at the same time. Or when you are in the town and suddenly you see a bunch of people in a red t-shirt sitting in a restaurant. It is fun seeing part of your crew in the middle of the city or seeing a big red point in the distance and knowing there is a 99% chance they are more of your crew members.
I was originally supposed to write about ship life between Barcelona and Agadir. However, there turned out to be no ship life between Spain and Morocco. I therefore decided to write about our bus life between Spain and Morocco and the first differences we’ve noticed.
- Written by Svea, an English 11 student