Ceuta (pronounced S'you-ta) is the Spanish enclave on the African continent. A few kilometres away out of town is the border proper.
We have been a bit concerned about our paperwork for the crossing into Morocco. Our registration papers for the van had not arrived by the time we left Leeds and all we had was a slip of paper that said the application had been put in. In Portsmouth we managed to get some more paperwork (under advice from Ray, we pursued and got the extra) which we wereassured would be sufficient, but if past border crossings in Africa are anything to go by, not having EXACTLY the right piece of paper could have been a problem.
But for all our concerns, the border crossing was a breeze. We were all through in about 20 minutes, with our own paperwork being no more than glanced at, then accepted.
But what we thought was an easy passage through was actually a little more complicated than that. Unbeknownst to us, Ray had been seeing all the right people behind the scenes, and despite our less than standard paperwork, he had smoothed the way for us. Could we have done it on our own? Who knows...
Our advice to anyone though is have all the right paperwork with you! The next border crossing may not be so easy.
But what a relief!