Algeciras, Spain Sunday December 28th

It was still raining steadily when I woke up and Keith had been choosing photos for days of the blog that I haven’t written. Usually I just write the days in sequence, no matter how far behind I am, but following Keith’s advice, I jumped a bit and now there is a hole. We had decided to stay an extra day in our cheap but nice hotel to have a relax (which means a day of blogging for me and a snooze and some internet time for Keith).
We followed our map rather unsuccessfully looking for the museum, with the lack of displayed street names being our major problem. However when we asked a man for help we were not too far away from Calle de Museo, a street that was not mentioned next to the museum as pictured on our map. Unfortunately the museum was closed, with Sunday being its only off day. After we sloshed our way through a park with channels of water running down all its dirt paths, we realised that our pants were quite wet. We should have had the sense to wear our plastic overpants, even if we were only going a little distance.
On the way back to the hotel we called at the ferry booking office and learnt that all the ferries had been cancelled for today because of the weather and that there was no guarantee that they would be sailing tomorrow. We would just have to check at seven in the morning. The weather may also change our plans if there are problems in driving in the mountains, since we were thinking of going to Chefchaouen which is in the foothills.
I spent the rest of the day in bed for warmth, reading and typing alternately. Keith went out and found some food in a little shop run by Asian people, since all the supermarkets are closed on Sundays. He heard the church bells playing ‘Oh Come All Ye Faithful’ while he was out. When he returned he had a bad headache which took some paracetamols and a sleep to overcome. He felt much better after a trip to the internet café where he had saved the emails onto a memory stick for me to read. Emails are better than chocolate for a traveller.
Once we had finished our picnic tea, and the day of being in bed to stay warm was nearly over, I went to bed properly and read about Morocco. Keith had a turn with the computer, selecting photos.