Tickets to Morocco

We had now made the decision to go to Morocco, and it wasn't just a case of getting Harry sorted out, we were nervous. After the shootings in Tunisia, and then, more recently, the atrocities in Paris, going to a Muslim country with 'GB' plastered on the back of a big white van, seemed like craziness.

We discussed it on more than one occasion. We talked to Mike & Carolyn, who said that we should go. 'The people, and the country are lovely' they declared.
Then we spoke to others in Spain who had recently returned, and wouldn't go back, saying that they hadn't felt safe and, that they had been more nervous, the further south they had travelled.

Much to-ing and fro-ing followed for us on the decision front, then, after one more discussion I said to Sue, 'Look, let's just go, what's the worse that can happen?' We just looked at each other and, said nothing. But, that's how terrorism works, it makes people afraid and restricts the feeling of freedom.

We decided to go. This was either going to be an amazing leg of our trip or, our untimely demise would make us family folk heroes, for generations to come.

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'Get your tickets from Carlos...'

We'd read this on a number of web sites and, it all sounded a bit shady, I must admit. 'Pssst, Go to Algeciras, see Carlos on the side street near Lidl. He'll sort you out'.... 

As you drive into Algeciras from the direction of Gibraltar you will come across plenty of little outlets selling ferry tickets to Morocco. Carlos is just another Agent who sells them but, all who have bought from him will tell you that his prices can't be beaten. So, Carlos it is then.

Carlos and his agency are a wealth of information for anyone wishing to go across to Morocco and, they make sure that you either know

'Pssst, in here mate!'

about any necessary paperwork, or, where they can, provide you with it.

He loves a bit of publicity does Carlos and, when I asked him for a picture for the blog, he couldn't have been more obliging. He rounded up any willing staff and then had us all pose outside the shop. He even checked the photo and made us take another one, as Sue hadn't got the sign above the shop in the shot!  The girl in the picture had us take yet another photo because I wasn't smiling enough! 'Smile, happy, smile, holiday' she insisted. 

One of the most important elements of the service that they provide is, selling you an 'open return' ticket. This gives you the flexibility of knowing you can come back any time, sooner or, as in a lot of cases, later, than you had planned.

Because we had to wait for Harry to get the all clear, he sold us an open ticket for both going and, coming back. He also likes to give buyers a little 'treat' which is currently a chocolate cake and a bottle of wine. How nice is that? Why would you go elsewhere?

'Come on, smile!'

That was that then, we had our tickets. Now all that remained was to get the phone call from the vet, collect the International Pet Certificate, and hold our nerve long enough to actually board the ferry!