Hacienda Cabo De Plata Hotel Zahara De Los Atunes Tarifa

... off and were walking, we
joined the girl and decided to go to Myknes instead. It was late and we had
been on the train for about 7 hours, a spoilt child in our cabin had been
screaming with his mother and grandmother smiling on, and we were fed up. As it
was, we had to walk to the next train station and then take a taxi to Myknes.
The taxis filled themselves up to bursting point (four big adults like us in
the backseat and two in the front) and though cheap enough it was ...

... lady who sat down next to me while we were waiting for our Portugal tour bus. She asked me if I was travelling alone, and I told her I was. She asked if I would like to sit with her on the tour bus. She was supposed to be touring with her husband, but he came down with a mysterious illness that morning and ditched her (my words, not hers...she suspected food poisoning). Anita was nervous about being alone and told me that she wasn't used to it; she had gotten married very ...

... riding here you can even cover yourself in grey clay for a do it yourself spa treatment!

As we sit out drinking cold beers watching the macho kite surfers racing backwards and forwards across the sea I wonder how they ever miss each other...but somehow they do.. an image of tangled strings, decapitated bathers and being hurled the 13km to Morocco flashes accross my mind ..I think perhaps this is one sport that I resign to staying an enthusiastic spectator...

... still accessing the situation. Okay. Sight. Driving. Day. Earth. This is Earth. I am....Tim. Tim. That's right. Driving. A horn. Okay, a horn. Honking. Oh, they're honking at me. Don't stop at green. Go at green, stop at red. Pretty woman. Pretty woman walking. Pretty Spanish woman. Oh Spain. Spain and car. Carrie. Carrie in hotel. Tim in car. Need stopping. Need to stop. Park. Ahhh! That's what I'm doing. Okay. After much ...

... Back in Algeciras I decided the simplest thing was to get the short bus trip back to Tarifa and stay in a place I know is good (and OK cheap as well). A single room for E20 is pretty good. Seemed a better idea than arriving in Malaga at 11pm to look for somewhere and I didn´t want to stay in Algeciras. So there you have it total of 77km to get back where I started from. Great day though, glad I went to Morocco now.

... expensive, so this was the first time i had seen it and i loved it. The girls dresses were so beautiful, and i love the spanish guitar it has the most incredible sound. I watched them for a good hour or more before heading back to the hostel and to bed. Monday i got up bright and early as i wanted to find someone who could hopefully fix Larry. The first guy i went to wanted to charge me 50 euro, which i decided against as i wanted to shop around and see what other ...

... but Abdul makes sure we understand how accepting of Western culture they are. People in Berber attire, Muslim robes/caps, and women in full burkhas complete the busy scene Luckily Friday is their Sabbath and we didn't find it crowded. Many of the merchant stalls were closed in the Kasbah, but as day progresses, more shops open. The cafes along the French section, the Italian section, and the old town ...

... for getting out there and hustling to get ahead, and anyway, if it didn´t work some of the time, they wouldn´t be there, would they? The most important thing is to not draw any conclusions about a country´s population at large based on such interactions. If a Moroccan came to California for two weeks and mostly had contact with carnies, cabbies and the occasional concierge, she could draw some pretty incorrect conclusions, too. Finally ...

... Palios (a small Fiat about the size of a Punto). The "Palio Weekend" estate version of this car was sold in France, but that is as close as it got to the UK. Given that there are hardly any Puntos around here, I suppose that the Palio fills that niche in the Fiat range here in Morocco. The "Weekend" would have ...

Woah! Scattering characters from under trucks in the Port of Tangier as we walked through. Old fellas sitting in tea shops drinking mint tea, talking politics and staring at us. Hotels pretty sparse but it'll do. Awesome sandwiches up the street, an a classic server guy that told us about the La Drones, Tontos and Chulos (Drunks, Clowns and Dick ...