Dos Mares Apartment Tarifa
Apt 4, Block 2 Tarifa, Costa de la Luz, Andalusia, 11380, Spain and Canary Islands
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A Strange Mix of Personalities
... but not thinking anything about it. Apparently, the owner didn't like it so they called the police and it became a really big thing. They got kicked out and asked never to return.
The rest of the trip was nice. If I had more time and more money, I would have stayed to learn wind surfing because it looks like sooo much fun and because Tarifa is one of the best places in the world to learn it. There is a lot of wind at the tip of ...
Het verre Zuiden van Europa
... meestal je wc-papier niet in de pot gooien, iets waar we proberen rekening mee te houden, maar toch gemakkelijk over het hoofd zien.
o Spanje is tot nog toe het camper-onvriendelijkste land: Geen plaatsen bij een stad om comfotabel te staan; campings die onvindbaar zijn als we ze dan al eens willen tegen komen; ongeduldige chauffeurs die direcht toeteren als het niet loopt zoals ...
Feels like a Film
... mouth while drinking it. Many glue sniffers come to the table for some food. They are hushed away by the store keepers. Jay quickly buys me a Moroccan SIM card for next to nothing. An elderly british man who has lived in Tangiers for 11years sits next to us and talks to us about the town and claims he has 7 servants. We head off to some accomodation he recommended around the corner. The ...
An Englishman in Tangier (an Einsteinian moment)
... sat down absolutely exhausted after 1.5 hours in the sodding
medina (more later) in this cafe showing spanish footy to get a drink
- (juice of 3 fruits, I'll let you know!) and spotted the clock above
the TV. Checked my phone and put it on Rabat time and it's now 5:15 where I thought it
was 7:15! That means I now have 4 hours in Tangiers before my night
train to Marrakech. Great...."
It must have been in Tangier, Morrocco, that Einstein realised time is ...
It´s been a while
... known of all Islamic works of art. It is just incredible. I needed two days to walk the grounds and then the rest. I also walked (crawled) around town and now I think I have walked the extra pounds that had crept on during my days at home on the couch.
When I left Granada, not sure what day that was now, I got a bus to Malaga, yes I know the entry to the Costa del Sol, the Spainish version of Bali, but there was a reason, I decided ...

