From the Atlas back into the Rif mountains. After days in the sandy desert and snowy High Atlas (faintly visible in the background), the Rif Mountains felt like paradise. Warm and humid air from the mediterranean makes for rich and green vegetation.
I had some hours to kill before my ferry left in the evening and there was market day, so I strolled the market and made use of all the photographic opportunities it offered.
And yes, the oranges were delicious.
On my way to the port of Tanger, I stopped in the town of Chefchaouen, famous for its white and blue houses.
Nighttime pic of the day: Port of Tangier and my ferry. Border formalities and ferry check-in were quick and painless, ending the voyage around Morocco.
Crossing the Alps on the way from Genoa to Zürich, yours truly signing off.
