El Escondite Del Viento Tarifa

... he rounded them up nearby, but not certain who was in the market to purchase the chipmunks. Lots of tourists came and leaned over the cage and cooed at the feisty fellas, but I didn't see anyone take one home. This was followed closely by another vendor on Las Ramblas who was selling gray pigeons. I know for a fact he was rounding them up locally, because I watched him snatch one that was roaming near my foot and stuff it into a chicken wire cage.

ANITA: A friendly and ...

... like a soldier who carries on running long after hes been shot..i race holding the sodden barbecue in front of me with two inedible soggy burgers..I collapse in a heap and laugh....

The next day we head for Valdevaqueros..A beautiful beach with high sand dunes, and the highest density of kite and windsurfers in the whole area. There's a really nice beach bar which serves huge salads for 8 euros...relatively expensive but they can easily be shared. There's also great ...

... Foreign Power with the tow man or store owner who would undoubtedly be upset with my parking job. All for naught. My car sat undisturbed. The moment I opened the door, however, a commercial truck driver needed my spot and began honking his horn without patience. The car stalled twice and I was soon in the middle of traffic going...somewhere...I had no idea where. I drove for a few miles, not because I was searching, because I ...

... The huge peak across the strait I could see as I approached Tarifa is 842m high. I didnīt realise the road goes almost to the top of it. Spectacular views all round. The Moroccans are really friendly. No hassle anywhere. A smiling policeman even waved through a red light in Tanger. Stopped for a bite to eat in Fnidq and getting back into Ceuta was organised chaos. Arrived in time for the 6pm ferry to ...

... down the road. As it was a long weekend in Spain, the town had held a fiesta (festival) and the town was full of people travelling down from Barcelona, Madrid etc for a weekend away. On this particular night they had a stage set up and had performers dancing flamenco to spanish guitar and singing. It was so entertaining that when they all decided to go out to a club i stayed back and continued watching. I havenīt paid to go and see a flamenco show yet, as they are ...

... hot croissants and sweet pound cakes...coffee, juices, and tea. We then recieved very airy and crispy square griddle crepes with a selection of honey, marmalade, berry preserves. We stuffed ourselves again and found our ride to the Port arriving in 15 minutes for the 10 am ferry back to Spain. The girls found that Rachel had a nice selection of souvenirs to buy and we said our goodbyes to take the minibus back to the Port.

... suggesting that if we only came with him, there were even better things to see, hear and smell (and then, of course, to BUY). This happened even outside of the tourist zone. There were those who honestly were just trying to help us because they thought we were lost; however, the vast majority had an angle. But even they canīt be blamed entirely; in a country with very high unemployment (as high as 20% weīd read), you canīt fault ...

... of tangier. cruising next to buses and large trucks blowing black exhaust into our faces we shot straight into center where we walked up the hill and soon spotted a pension. a nice place where i had the cute green and yellow room in the photo while lucie and kurt had a cute yellow and red one. the hotel guy thought we were funny for being so careful with our bikes and locking them. people don't lock ...

... and chilling in the Medina calls. Bought some Converse Chucks before I left Tangier but their pretty ****. I'll probably never wear them. Emma doesn't like it when we almost miss the ferry because we forget to get our passports stamped. And when James takes photos of the no photos sign in the border/customes area. No damage done, I collect them you see.

Yo estoy en Espana! (I put for the update that I'm in Tangier, Morocco, 'cuz that sounds cool...more on that later.) On Saturday (April 10) my alarm was supposed to wake me at 5:30am, but never went off. Luckily, I woke up at 5:53am and looked at my watch. D'oh! I took a shower and got ready super quick then met the taxi outside the pub at 6:15am. Took the taxi to Chester station, then train to Manchester then train to Manchester airport. Once there I got to relax a little ...