The Pillars of Hercules
On the five o'clock ferry taking Spanish employees home from Gibraltar
to Algeciras, nearly everyone carried a bag and occupied the journey
by busily taking from it cigarettes, cameras, cognac, to stuff into
their shoes, hats, sleeves; the men strapped watches around their
arms with elastic (One for each time-zone! said one
of them, winking at me), also took down their trousers to fix straploads
around their waists, and passed the surplus to the women, who had
extra capacity in their loose black clothes. Then as we went through
customs, officers plucked articles from each man like fruit from
a tree and dropped them into cans; leaving enough for a profit.
Then the ferry from Algeciras across
the strait to Tangier. I let myself be led by a tout to a hotel,
along with other young travelers to whom the tout had promised hashish
and girls. Instead we climbed stairs to a roof on which there were
chicken pens boxes with walls of wire mesh and roofs of corrugated
iron, over which rats clattered; we slept on sacks stuffed with
straw. I woke with weals on my body that lasted a week, and swollen
eyelids that made me look halfwitted, so that as I got on the train
to Fez I was gloomy about having to meet the consul, to whom I had
a letter of introduction.
Tangier had been an international
zone until a couple of years before, when it was absorbed into Morocco,
but it was still a free port and money market and had a tariff on
wheat, and the government was trying to suppress the old pesetas
and Hassanis in favor of Moroccan francs, so here too there was
much scope for smugglers. There was a customs inspection before
the train left the station; then it ran slowly along between the
road and the beach, on which stood men holding up sacks of wheat;
others leaned from the open doorways with arms outstretched to grab
the sacks. One kept running into the compartment; sitting opposie
to me was a man wearing a sombrero over a turban and reading a newspaper.
He impassively lifted his legs as the smuggler stowed a sack under
his seat, and I did the same. When all the sacks were on board,
the team jumped off into the sand, some of them executing an involuntary
somersault or two, and then and only then the train gathered speed
and curved away into the interior.
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