We then joined the very long queue for customs.
My first proper border, no search, no English and definitely no GUNS!
Morocco is quite a surprise green landscape and lots of space....not a sand dune in sight.
We knock down the motorway to Asillah our first stop, as soon as you leave the motorway you know this is a new country. The roads are full of people, donkeys, handcarts and parked cars. We head down to the port as advised by Bob "the Scottish Morocco guru I met in Mijas" and find the motorhome parking where we are waved in by a Bob Marley lookalike in a yellow vest. Lesson one here.....block the entrance to the parking and wait for him to come and negotiate the price as you are at a disadvantage once you are parked up and you find out later you have been charged more than others😀😠😀
Nevertheless we have a good spot right on the beach next to the old town wall.
The town is great, a bit intimidating at first with lots of strange faces and young men sat around watching everything.
Further in there are little shops in doorways