We spent our first hour in the town in the station, because there it was warm and we could use the bathrooms. Having not washed in two days, I stared into the bathroom mirror – my unshaven, scraggy face staring back at me, purple circles under my eyes and my hair greasy. I put on deodorant and heard a man coming out a cubicle behind me. He must have been in there for a long time, because I hadn’t seen him come in and I spent a good ten minutes in there myself.

When I came out, Alice commented on how you could hear everything from the bathroom – including groans from the old man. She tried to buy something to eat in the vending machines, but it rejected all our coins. When it reached about eight in the morning, we decided to head off and thought it would be a good idea to get everything sorted at the ferry terminal. It was a long walk across town and we were hassled by someone asking us if we wanted to change our money into dirham before we’d even crossed the road. It was then, more than any other time before on the trip, that we felt a sense of togetherness, that we were to look out for oneanother here, that we were in this together and had no idea where it would lead.