Off in the distance, just a few hundred feet from Nacho two camels wandered through the desert. They appeared to be wild and definitely uninterested in developing a friendship with Brad despite his desperate attempts to hand feed them a tree branch. He soon enough realized that they were best viewed from afar and so we pointed our chairs in their direction and had lunch, only half believing our good fortune.
“What do you think the chances are that we’ll have a view like this again in our lives?” I asked Brad.
“Dunno. Probably never.” He smiled. “Unless we keep going and drive to South Africa.”
It’s amazing how quickly you can get from Europe to Africa. All it takes is 45 minutes by ferry—a quick jaunt across the Strait of Gibraltar and you’re almost in Morocco. I say almost because the arrival port on the African side is Ceuta, a Spanish city, to my surprise. This made our arrival to the 5th continent of our road trip rather anticlimactic at first, but by nightfall we had crossed into Morocco and it presented itself as a world apart from where we had just been.