Arte Vida Tarifa

... on Calle San Bernardo. Things are looking up.
The train is delayed an hour but i meet Nicole a tall blond German girl off the bus and together we wander the streets..in this sprawling, "regular" port town.

Somehow i manage to cram everyone and all their luggage into my car, Ants the shy Estonian is wedged in the back with Nicole, Emy the American chatters to me from the front seat. Shes the oldest of the CS group ..at 57 shes sold everything in the US and ...

... So, we took a picture. We popped into a much quieter bar with another very friendly bartender - again, people are nice to me because I am with Carrie, a bubble of joy. Pedro spoke with us about our future way-points of Cadiz (pronounced "Ka-dith" with the accent on the Ka) and his favorite spot, Granada. We took some pictures of him and his patrons as well, which serve as my only memory, damn aliens. Carrie tells me that at ...

... to go into their shops and talk to you, mainly asking where abouts you were from. The strangest one asked me firstly if i was Italian, followed by hmm... Japanese??? yeah. My favourite place would have to have been sleeping out in the Sahara. That was incredible. My least favourite? The port of Tangier. Ewwww. Despite its poverty, dirtyness and lack of respect towards women, i loved Morocco. Probably because i had never seen anything like it. I loved ...

... the prep method and chef's ingredients. The kabobs were grilled veal tenderloin and marinated in parsley, lemon, and spices? The vegetable were a simple assortment of large cubed carrots, potatoes, and peas w/ light butter/oil. KTs omelette was huge and fluffy...steaming hot. We polished off a dozen kabobs and Saad brought out another dozen. WOW!. We nearly stuffed ourselves before Rachel informed us Moroccan custom is ...

I visited Tangier last November and found very little hastle as a British man I met on the ferry and I disembarked at the port. Tangier remains my first glimpse into Morocco. I must say the city pleasantly surprised me in light of the dire warnings I had read in preparation for my trip.

... panted-- we made it to Tangier's new station gare late at night. The taxi ride back to our old cheapo motel was really fun- our second taxi ever in this country (ask for the fare upfront!!) - navigating sporadically by our fuzzy recollections of where we last stayed, through the maze of streets in the night. After a few days recovering in Tangier, we headed for the ferry to Tarifa Spain, to bring in the new year. Morocco is ...

... real Spain - the towns perched on hilltops with churches at the top. I found such towns are not tourist honey pots, as you might think, but just ordinary towns where ordinary people - young and old - go about their business. Its funny how some things are the same the world over- in each little town I have passed through there have been young lads zooming about on their noisy mopeds ...

... my gold tooth and said "Oh gold tooth i pull that out", Then he asked did i have husband or boyfriend... i said i had a sister, then he repeated do you have a husband or boyfriend i said "yes, and anyway i make it a rule never to go out with men who want to pull my teeth out!" So thankfully me and my gold tooth left the shop intact. We walked around the city some more and then returned to the port to get the ferry back again. Again our ferry, now running on ...