Because I wanted to see the African continent across the Strait of Gibraltar, I deliberately took a detour to Tarifa. The point of the long-distance bus was outside the city, but the sea was raised. I walked a few steps to the beach. The beach is very long, I don't know if it is because I am far away from the city at the point I am in, so there are no people around, and the wind and waves are very big. From the side of the road to the sea, I have to take off my shoes and squash the tidal flats that have grown too long, so I feel even more desolate. But obviously this is a windsurfing lover's paradise, can see someone surfing here. It's actually very close to Africa by boat from here, it takes only 30 minutes, but we have to get a Moroccan visa. A Japanese brother from the same car was ready to cross the sea, people were exempt from visas, and I was envious and jealous to stay in the European continent.