Hotel Dulce Nombre Tarifa

... closed on a sunday. So, we went around the entire town trying to find food. Anything...just anything would be good at this point. Only until bout 30 minutes did we finally get to a sandwich shop and just enhale our sandwiches. But, these were amazing. I got the special chicken ciabatta...Chicken, mayo, lettuce, tomato, egg, oregano, basil, sliced chicken...Ohhh, so good.

That satisified our appetite. We continued along the city streets, getting our food together and ...

... a bit awkward, but harmless. I tell him that I am going out to get food and he decideds to join me. I give him a tiny tour of the town, which I already remembered, and then we find a little bar/restaurant called 'Moe's Bar' (after the simpsons) we have kebab/burrito, and then walk back to the hostel. I meet the other roommate, a guy from Argentina who moved to Tarifa ...

... very urbanised this part of the coast is quite smart, with well-tended gardens and lots of beautiful golf courses. We went into Marbella just to see what it was like and weren't particularly impressed, apart from the pleasant "old town" area and a plaza near the sea front full of Salvador Dali bronze statues. The best thing we saw was a guy building an amazing sandcastle! We also drove a little further along the ...

... it or not the £ has dropped even against the Moroccon Dhiram! Using their cost estimates and allowing for inflation, we should be looking at approx £8 per night for a double room, less than we are paying here (although not in Portugal) to camp. First, we cross the Straits of Gibralter (with a bit of luck we may see some migrating birds - a bit early we think - or dolphins) and head into 'The Dark Continent'. It's hardly the Congo, but hey, it's still Africa. Laters

... can't wait to be in Italy in autumn to have a taste of their shows. Claire and I have decided to move to Tarifa proper and spend the nigth there to treat ourselves before I leave her at Jerez de La Frontera airport and start my Moroccan solo trip this coming Friday. So yesterday we were left alone early in the day, and we gently busied ourselves with some preparatives ...

... briefly wandered the medina, whose primary feature is a beautiful 15th century fortress built by the Portuguese. Jews lived in their quarter in of the medina and after a fun lunch with drum entertainment we wandered through that area searching for remnants of mezuzot on door posts and the old synagogue and cemetery. Again, arrangements had not been made in advance to get us into the non-functioning synagogue and a very old cemetery, but at least we got to bear ...

... Moroccan rich & famous. The Saudi King's home, the Moroccan King's summer home, Malcolm Forbes home. A huge motorcade heads towards us and ...it's the Moroccan King!! 20 Mercedes in succession with security and I'm amazed we are allowed to drive in opposite direction as we pass his car. We head out to see 3 sites: 1) Cape Spartel 2) Grottes d' Hercules 3) Beaches & camel rides. Standard tourist stuff that everyone does, but Abdul ...

... time to find the kasbah and go "rock it".. So after getting directions from several people we began the arduous task of navigating the narrow, spiraling alleyways in the general direction of the kasbah.. What felt like hours later (not really) we found ourselves next to the kasbah but not sure what the kasbah really was.. (by the way at this point I should add that there are NO STREET SIGNS in Morocco and that is why it is hard to navigate). So as we ...

... photos. It's true that it looks so close that you could almost swim across. Then again some try and get taken out with the strong currents. I remember watching Spanish news and seeing many a bloated body of poor Africans who attempted their fate and who will only be remembered for 3 seconds of air time for their efforts. Having still all my money and wits about me, I didn't hang around before catching a bus because my next port of call was a place I'd been looking forwards to, Chefchaouen.

... we met him on the Morocco tour). Afterwards we went for a drink, but Karla and I were tired after a long day so went back to the hostal. view of Tarifa Today I slept in and went to the post office. Wow! Actually, I managed to ask for international postcard stamps and respond to the worker´s question all in Spanish! I wanted to go to Gibraltar for the day and thought I could get there from Algeciras. I took the bus to Algeciras and found the main buses don´t go there, the ...