Our adventure from Tineher began much the same way as our trip from Marakesh - on a cramped and hot bus. However, this time our lives were in danger. Apparently, Mario Andretti moved to Morocco after he retired from auto racing and was driving our bus. Dana managed to somehow fall asleep, but I was awake listening to the entire bus get sick to their stomachs. AAAAAHHHH, the sweet smell of vomit!!!!

Next was an overnight train to Tangier, the ferry back to Spain, a bus to Seville, and then one more bus to Madrid. All with enough time for a little rest before meeting my mom at the airport at 8:30 am on the 10th.