Chillout Hotel Tres Mares Tarifa

... separate ways.....I roamed around in my typical unstructured way looking for beautiful images. Anita shopped for postcards. When we met again at the bus 45 minutes later, Anita was elated and feeling very daring after braving the mean streets of Portugal on her own. Anita was cool....I ran into her in the elevator lobby a few days later, and she was with her husband. He had obviously recovered from his mystery illness. Anita was all excited and introduced her husband and told him ...

... mit all den bars und shops geniessen und am frühen abend gingen wir jeweils in eine kleine unscheinbare bar,welche sehr grosszügige und feinste mojitos (für mich) und caipis (für evi) für wenig geld hatten...njammi.

da wir schon bald das auto abgeben mussten, aber noch cadiz sehen wollten, gings leider bald wieder weiter richtung cadiz...

... packing the bags like I had just murdered someone and the Policia were coming up the steps right now. Carrie groaned, "Why so loud." "The car. It's bad. Not a good spot. We have to go." "..........," she was supposed to say something here, ".............." "Carrie we have to go." "Tim, do you see my white bag. Open it and throw out the cigarettes," she said with the pain of one's last words. I obeyed, I decided I had to do this ...

... heaven. I could see loads of Kite surfers and windsurfers as I arrived in town. The wind was certainly strong enough, but fortunately mostly behind me. I aim to get the ferry to Tangers at 9am tomorrow and hopefully return via Ceuta to Algeciras. No problem though if I have to spend a night in Morocco. I don´t have to be in work till next Monday!

... sun was starting to go down and it was casting the most beautiful light over everything. The day was the clearest that i have seen since being here, and Africa looked so close that you could almost touch it. We did a couple of photo shoots before walking over to the military base (as they hadn´t seen it yet) and then back and hanging out at the hostel for the night. Tuesday i spent my last day hanging around town before having some lunch and then lugging my pack ...

... We go through the various food markets winding through the Kasbah. My favorite. Mounds of beautiful vegetables, exotic spices, confections, flowers, and prepared foods. The butcher stalls have in-your-face displays of their animals hanging. KTs favorite. On top of being vegetarian, this is where dozens of cats are roaming (she's allergic). We see the Kasbah museum and visit the American ...

... waved to the side of the road by traffic officers conducting periodic checks of cars and passengers. Each time, the officers would very quickly ascertain that we were Americans and then there would be a brief moment of awkward silence as he stared at us, trying to draw some conclusions, and we looked back at him with our charming, apolitical perma-grins. The single exception to this pattern was when one officer looked at our ...

... menacing. people are very forward and agressive if they see you as a tourist, with money, or worse- a lost tourist with money. western women are regarded as tasty objects, even if filthy and dressed not-so-fancy. it can be overwhelming so you have to be prepared mentally! a walk through the medina is exhausting. tourists are a disposable commodity in tangier so put your thick skin on. we had a bad time in ...

... the Nouvelle Ville, with all the La Drones, Tontos and Chulos. People just hang around though and are pretty sedate. Bumper cars on the beach front. Put it's a port and the waters pretty manky. We head down the coast to swim soon I should expect, Like we did at the Grotto de Hercule. It's where Hercules of the Atlas fame lived with all his ladies.

... I wandered out of the station briefly but with time short I decided it best to catch a taxi. So I took a taxi to El Parque de Maria Luisa and wandered around there trying to figure out where I was...eventually got my orientation and made it to the Museo Arqueologico at exactly 8pm to meet Karla (I´m punctual even when traveling hundreds of miles). We went for some food and got some tapas quick. Her return bus ticket to Cadiz was for 9pm so we didn´t have long. I went ...