We made it! We're finally in Marrakech :)
Last time, on Tuesday morning, we were confident that we'd get a quick lift and get the afternoon ferry across to Morocco. This didn't really happen; we did get the ferry but the lift was by no means quick.
It was a half hour walk until we got to the motorway slip road and based camp by a roundabout. During the three hours that we we're stood there Fran came past and wished us luck (it was fate but Zoe didn't take advantage of this second meeting), we were offered a loft for two people and worked on our tans. We were also told that we were standing just 5 minutes away from a bus station and that a ticket to Algeciras would only set us back 5€. This was tempting and as we refused to spend another night in Spain, decided to wait until 1.15 to ensure we got a bus and the 4 o'clock ferry. However, like every other day when we had been tempted by a bus, a lift came just in time.
A lovely Spanish lady pulled up and took us to a service station on the motorway. She was really nice and after hearing about our trip, gave us all of her change so we could have lunch and a number for her Moroccan friend in case we get stuck.
It was a really quiet service station with hardly any traffic. But it was only an hour or so later when a guy pulled up who.was going to Morocco. He initially stopped to explain that he hadn't got any room but would've taken us otherwise, but Zoe was having none of this. She persuaded him that we could all fit in if we just moved his stuff around a bit. Ten minutes later we we're speeding down the motorway towards our final destination in our final lift.
As the driver was going to the port, we got dropped right at the door, bought our tickets and waited to board. Despite the ticket saying 2.30, we didn't board until 3.30 and then didn't actually start moving for another hour. The ferry was pretty uneventful, with only passport control being memorable, as it looked a bit dodgy- just a man on the ferry with a stamp...
And so concludes the Hitch! To use every cliche in the book, it was an emotional journey, a rollercoaster and an.outlet for self discovery. For instance, I have learnt that I do.not like sleeping in the back of trucks. Despite the majority of people.ignoring us and receiving the occasional profanity, the 21 people who picked us up were amazing. You find that the kind of people who do stop are those who happily go above and beyond any expectations you might have and are so generous. Whilst I'm not likely to start hitch hiking as my main form of transport or even hitch again, it has been an experience and I'm glad that we got to interact with so many brilliant and interesting people.

So now the hitching bit is over, it's time to start the holiday! After a little confusion on the ferry we made our way off and managed to find the two buses to take us into the city of Tanger. We didn't want to spend any time there so went straight to the bus station to book our overnight trip to Marrakech. We got a bit confused when looking at times and doing the difference as it's GMT but without daylight savings, so we're now an hour behind. We watched some football with the locals (there's a surprising number of Bayern München fans) before boarding and then began the 10 hour journey south.