It all started with a missed flight. We were meant to fly straight to Nador, but instead we were rerouted to Oujda, left with a choice: a three-hour drive across Morocco or a three-day wait for the next direct flight, during what was supposed to be a simple five-day break. Through these photos, I’m trying to take you with me as honestly as possible, from the distinctive streets of Oujda to the long open roads toward Nador, passing through Béni Ansar and all the way to Melilla.