KING MOJO

Arriving in Ceuta in the midday tropical heat, we were instantly surrounded by a mob of beggars and street vendors hawking everything from hats to hashish. After stopping briefly to make a small purchase, we made a dash to the town's central terminal building and arrived in time to see our fellow ferry passengers leave the terminal aboard the last bus of the day. We were anxious to get across the boarder before dark to give us time to find a comfortable hotel in Tetouan, Morocco. A man standing nearby, overheard us complain, he'd obviously seen folks in our situation before and offered to drive us to Tetouan in his Mercedes. With no other alternative, we agreed on a price, got in the back seat and drove south to Morocco in a big black Mercedes... As we approached the boarder the driver slowed down, the bus we'd missed earlier was now stopped in front of us. All the passenger were lined up in single file by the side of the road, and armed guards were searching through their luggage...