Get into Algeciras around midnight and start the quest for a hotel. Checked the closest hotel - full. Walking towards the strip of hotels by the port a scooter with two people on it passes us slowly. When we got to cross the street I noticed that it had turned around and was stopped a ways up the road, but didn't think about it. A minute later the scooter comes by at full speed and grabs my duffel bag - which Amy is carrying. She doesn't let go and the thief looses their grip and the bag goes flying in to the middle of the street. The scooter takes off, and a car stops just before running over the bag. The bag had twelve rolls of developed film (the entire east coast of Africa) and my big camera in it. The camera appears to be ok and more importantly I didn't loose the photos - and the negatives! Spain has lost a lot of it's charm lately.

After three more rejections we finally find a room at the fifth hotel we try. I guess it's good that we have everything but the events have put me in a shitty mood.