Hotel El Oumnia Puerto Tangier

... br><br>ANYWAY - they would not let me board. Thus my options were: 1. overnight in Madrid and take the next flight to Marrakech the following day, or 2. fly to either A. Casablanca or B. Tangier that same day.<br><br>Long story short? I opted for the latter - Tangier, mainly because Tangier is just 3 hours by bus from Chefchaoen - a lovely place in the Rift mountains I had planned to visit.<br><br>Thus a mere 55 minute ...

... medina, and the taxi had to go through what seemed like a never ending maze of streets to get there. The hotel was tucked away down a tiny street within the old fortified walls, and after dumping our bags we were invited onto the roof terrace for a cup of mint tea. The views were stunning out accross the sea to Spain and back over the medina (which is the medievel part of the town).<br><br>After sitting drinking our tea and admiring the views we headed out to explore the town ...

... shouting directions to people in Arabic. Of course everything in Arabic sort of sounds like shouting. We arrived at his house and sat down for a lovely breakfast and it was then that Jessica realized that despite her extreem fatigue she was going to be using a good part of her engery to try and communicate with a familly that only spoke french. (when I say only spoke french I mean: speaks english better than most americans but just conviently forgets which ...

... etc. The Spanish have an interesting NYE tradition. They eat one grape per second for the last 12 seconds of the new year. If you follow it, you'll have good luck the following year. So, we counted down the end of 2008 all decked out and shoving grapes into our mouths! The complex of bars and restaurants we were at also had a fireworks display and ...

... by cutting up the bed sheets. Anyway we bought monkey a Fes hat in his size back in Fes, why do they even have hats in Mono Loco's size? The jellabas are very cool and we have been on the lookout for one for Margs. We often wondered what the hood (cob) was used for and now find out it is for sun protecion and also as a pocket for carrying bread or groceries when it is not worn on top of the head. Monkey is well imressed with his new end of Ramadan oufit ...

... define you accurately enough!!! poor sammy, i hope she didnt get too hurt. i can imagine you and nan screaming and crying and dramatically running out to save her. i wish i was there! hehe. oh and by the way who the hell is roman and why the hell are you telling me about home and away? i only care about things that are REAL LIFE DONNA. home and away isnt real. tell nan that too please. how ridiculous. its great to hear about lisa and OMG is Georgia really 2? thats crazy! when ...

... locals we interacted with had agendas. We quickly became accustomed to the call of, "Tagine, cous cous, poullet, poisson," from the restaurant owners. The less shady types usually had something to sell, and the less desirables (including our good friend Abdel who we rented the flat from) tried to sell us hashish (incidentally Morocco is a leading supplier of marijuana to Europe). We did meet a few really nice people, though...and I remember in particular a ...

... they make rugs and carpets. The handmade work was spactacular and there is some of it on its way home as we speak. Thge people have been super freindly so far and the mint tea has been great. We then made our way back to the bus station and for our first bus ride threough Morocco. It of course stqrted with people shouting and fighting on the bus before it left. What a crazy place. I can not wait to explore more of it as this is definitly ther craziest ...

... sell me a ticket to has already left, then the second one is not going at all, so finally we get lucky on the third try, miracle of miracles. It&#8217;s a nice ride across the Strait of Gibraltar, views of Spain gradually giving way to views of Morocco. By the time we finally pull into to Tangier it&#8217;s starting to get dark. So let us off the boat already. We wait&#8230; and wait&#8230; and wait&#8230; till finally we get the go ahead to ...

... a fork to send the cap flying in a random direction, sometimes into his competitors' stalls. After dinner, as full darkess sets, the square fills up with musicians, storytellers, and other entertainers. Each group (and the food stalls too) has its own gas-powered lights. Since the square itself doesn't have much lightening, the effect is that there are numerous lights scattered around, each surrounded by a circle of onlookers. The strangest one might be the ...