Beach Hotel Dos Mares Tarifa

... the accomidations. It was kinda cool travelling with 4 ppl because you got your own 4 person room and you didnt have to worry abut your stuff getting jacked. We spent the first day just checking out the town and by the time we saw some surf shops, it was time for dinner. We took it pretty easy and then decided we would just go get some sangria and that changed everything. I remember stiller got a caprillana, which was sangria and coke. So, with my freeway cola (****** attempt ...

... the summer to teach kite surfing. He only speaks Spanish, so it is good practice for me. We get talking about my trip to Chefchouen, Morocco, the weed/marijuana capital of Morocco, and he pulls out some hashish. Being friendly I go outside with him and smoke a bit. We go to bed shortly afterwards where I start to feel the affects. The next morning I wake up somewhat ...

... to Puerto Banus, to gawp at the millionaires' yachts in the marina, and the designer boutiques selling unwearable clothes at unbearable prices. The stretch of beach nearest our campsite was quite pleasant, backed by small private houses rather than huge hotels and apartments, but it was quite a hike to reach it, first by crossing a bridge over the very busy coast road, then through a maze of quiet residential streets ...

21 September 2008 Paloma Camping, Tarifa Bloomin warm We can see Africa! OK, so it's taken a bit longer to get here than we expected but we have covered 240kms in the last 4 days. Last night we stayed at a place just north of Barbate (on the Costa de la Luz) because when we got to Barbate the woman at the Tourist Information informed us that there was no camping in Barbate, so we'd have to go up the coast (in the opposite ...

... out campsite, tidying up our things, mending clothes and kitting out Monty the Land Rover, which is slowly becoming such a functional little mobile home. At some point towards the evening, we discussed the idea of having a fully fledged mobile studio that Claire and I could use everywhere we go to work...making art that could either be easily stored (drawing for example) or ...

... for the first time on the trip, to the layers of Jewish history on the lanscape. We saw the 1920s synagogue of the French quarter that houses the contemporary community, the old folks home from the turn of the century, and the old Jewish quarter, long since in active. Our return ferry was at 3:30pm, leaving us little time to do much more than wander back through the medina to the ferry. The ride back was full of those last day conversations: what will we do back ...

... us to stop anywhere and take our time. His narration is good and the girls are amused w/ some of his uses of Western expressions...."no way, Jose", "thats the fact, Jack", etc. The countryside smells very fragrant...like incense. Abdul points out much of the flora/trees. It is very much pine/cactus and reminds us of some areas in Arizona. Cape Spartel is the northermost point of Africa. Nothing special except to say we went there. A few ...

... checking out the view from the top of the hill and trying to figure out the entrance to the kasbah a friendly man approached us and told us that he was the "doorman" of the kasbah and he would show us the way... So he took us through an entrance into the walled maze of streets, and as he was "showing us the way" he started giving us a tour and explanation of the area, had us take pictures holding door knockers for "good luck" etc. Well after about ...

After an interesting night at the beach camping, swimming and getting to know eachother...we took the direction to find the local bus station to find the bus to the ferry which is going to take us over the Gibraltar's to Tangier...the heat, for us from northern europeans, was awful but swimming and cold beer can always make u feel better...even if its only for a short while :) Last shopping before the ferry was going out...we had no idea what was ...

... don´t go there and the ferry doesn´t go there. You´d have to take the local buses which I had no clue which bus to take or where to catch it from. So I just wandered around the city for a while and came back to Tarifa. Several people have already stopped me and asked me questions in Spanish. I want to say (pardon if this is not quite right Spanish), "Vea me! Yo estoy blanco-pasteo (pastey white)! No soy de Espana!" I would think they´d just be able to look at me and ...