Al-Mar Algeciras

... after only 2 mins a Romanian truck driver, who lives in and happened to be driving to Spain pulled up. Max told us he had given another couple of Morocco hitchers a lift last week, so when he had seen us waiting for a lift he exited the motorway and did a circle in order to pick us up-what a legend! Travelling with Max along the north of Spain we stopped to take off his trailer then a few miles down the road went into Michelin ...

... was, konden we zelfs Afrika zien liggen (het Atlasgebergte), schitterend uitzicht! Het is vooral een trekpleister voor surfers, die bijna allemaal in busjes rondrijden en zelfs in wonen. Het witte dorpje is ook onderverdeeld in een nieuw en oudgedeelte, maar is uiteraard ni zo groot als Cádiz. Om 16u hebben we dan een bus genomen naar Algeciras, waar we met de belgische jongens hadden afgesproken, zij wonen daar namelijk. We kwamen er aan om half 5 en dan moesten we nog een lokale ...

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... I mean third-world cheap, like less than $20US per room per night in some cases. Unlike France, you might even get a shower at that price. It might even be in your room. In anticipation of your criticism that I am a slumming scumbag with little connection to the real world, I respond that luxury is spoiling us, desensitizing us to the world around us, dissociating us from our ...

... nou toch beredeneerd hebben. We besluiten de volgende ochtend rond 10.30 te vertrekken. Dan beginnen we bij twee uur ná hoogwater Gibraltar aan de Straat en hebben we het meeste voordeel van de stroming, aldus de diverse pilot's. Eerst maar eens een welverdiende nachtrust, dat hoort ook bij een goede voorbereiding! De volgende ochtend is het grauw weer en aanzienlijk frisser dan we gewend zijn. "Frío", huivert de receptioniste, "no good day for sailing". Ach ja ...

... poor. So, I guess you have good and bad people in the world. It's too bad that the *******s are often the ones that stick with you. The bus ride was short but interesting. This vendor stood in the middle of the bus with a ghetto blaster blaring a sermon by some Immam. So after about 10 minutes of listening to this, he would turn it off and make his sales pitch. Then he would blare more of it on the boom box. He must have been rocking some Islamic Oral Roberts type ...

... We meet up with 3 of their friends later that evening while we stare up at the stars from the terrace of Hotel Cascades. We sit and laugh like old friends as we drink vodka and fanta on the roof like street trash royalty, eventually laying back to count as many shooting stars as we can before the darkness covers our eyes. I made it to 12. (p.s. Sorry bout the spelling. Moroccan keyboards are funny.)

... turned down another alley - although we got a bit lost because of it. We had to ask a few people for directions back to our hotel and we eventually got there. We decided it was a better idea to eat at some of the restaurants on our street, and after looking at them, we settled on one with and old guy who spoke a little english, perfect french and was teaching us some arabic words while we ordered dinner! He was very friendly and wrote down some words as we tried to say ...

... out of hand was while I was trying to get a taxi to take me to the statoin where I a mat the moment. A man came to me and asked me where I was going. He asked if I needed a taxi but he had no car. I politely replied no. This escaladed to "please leave" and had to tell him several times to go away but he wouldn't. H easked me where I was from but I didn't respond, he told me to go **** myself just as a taxi drove up. This guy ...

... the tickets. Of course there were a lot of tourists in the audience, mainly French. We still had time to catch the final show at the French Institute - two groups of percussion and dance with some trumpet-like instruments as well. It was quite a wild audience, many getting really carried away. It was still in full swing when we left after 12.30 a.m. Today we did some e-mail and took our bags to the little ...