So I got to the most inaccessible region of Spain. One of the two autonomous cities of Spain in Africa (In the second, Ceuta, I was a month ago). You can either sail to Melilla in 6 hours by ferry from Malaga, Almeria or Motril, or fly expensive. Unless, of course, you are a resident of Melilla, they have a 75% discount. The airport is small, so it was the first time I flew in a small plane on a joint flight between Iberia and Air Nostrum. The area is so small that there is no bus from the airport, only taxis.
The city is separated from Morocco by a 10-kilometer wall. The proximity of the border is felt: there are many police patrols, traces of illegal immigrants are visible, and for the first time I saw mandatory passport control at the Melilla airport, although you can fly from here only in Spain.
There are no tourists in October. Old city - I'm alone. I went out on the promenade - I'm alone. I swam on the beach - I'm alone. Although who wants to swim on a beach called Orcas Coloradas.
From Melilla you can go to Nador, only 16 km. But in the current situation, plus one Moroccan city is not worth minus two blank pages in my passport for me.
The city itself turned out to be more interesting than I intuitively expected. Details in the next posts.