Hotel Tarik Tangier

... Anyway we
decided to go to Tangier, it would give us an opportunity to have some Spanish
tapas and sangria, and I was looking forward to being in a Mediterranean town
again, so we opted to wait the 3.5 hours and head there. The train was
late, again, and continued to become later as the trip wore on. We had to change
trains at the same town we were stuck in the day before, and we scrambled to
find a place to sit, all of the carriages were full, and we though we would ...

... parts of Tangier are really very exotic and faraway feeling. We were not in Canada any more. The are very few streets wide enough to operate even a small vehicle. Some of these alleys squeeze down to less than a meter wide. Some of them are flights of stairs. It is great fun to get lost in a place like that - and really really easy to do.

Much of the old medina is basically a mall. There were hundreds of tiny ...

... old daughter of our friend. She led us into a backroom where we filled buckets with hot water and sat near a wall to start the scrubbing. Unbeknownst to us, our friend had told the women that we didn't want massage but somehow it didn't translate and an old woman began scrubbing my back and hair. This is not the type of massage that you are thinking of; this is hard, rough, sanding type motion on naked skin. We got soaped up, scrubbed down and watched the dead skin roll off like ...

... they sold ... it was more like going to a healer's pharmacy. They had oils and things to 'cure' just about anything. We managed to make it out of there without buying anything too! After our shopping tour, it was time to head back to Spain. The ferry back was a bit rough. A storm was moving in. I thought I was going to lose it, but the jet lag helped me ...

... a drag right!!!? Turns out it was probably my favorite part of the entire trip to Morocco! We met a few girls and a few guys, all with names like Buzaina, Mohammed, etc. It was so exciting to see their perspectives on politics and hear about their pride for the country. I could never imagine living there considering health, standard of living...yet every student told us that if they had the chance to leave they wouldnīt. Itīs their home. We chatted ...

... swelter with the windows closed. We stopped off for lunch at a roadside servo stop, and had some ordinary chicken rolls and chips for lunch, and rolled into camp quite latish, this was one of the more boring days on the trip as when we reached the campsite in Moulay Busselton there was little to do but set up camp, eat dinner, sit around for a while and then head to bed. And we had satay for dinner... yuk. Friday 15th - Cap Spartel We were up again ...

... you good camel and rug...' as he smiled his toothless smile the handsome devil! - A tour of the spice market which seriously made we want to cook more, it smelled so good in there, only issue was our spice professor wouldn't stop calling us 'brother... and sister...' as he winked and smiled his rotten black toothy smile while telling us 'this one natural Viagra... also works for the girls...'

... drenched in honey and a very sweet mint tea--kind of like a Mojito, but no rum, just tea. Afterwards, we walked through a little park and these children came out of nowhere--they were a little make-shift marching band! After their song, the flipped over their tambourine and started begging heavily for money. I asked Joe to throw them a 5 cent piece, and when it landed in the kids hand, he looked and groaned loudly ...

After being consumed where my presence of a woman was hardly acknowledged for a majority of the time, I had forgotten about catcalls rude and desperate men use. The hisses and clicks penetrated my ears as I walked along the boardwalk down to the sand, all I wanted was some peace. Garbage lined the tidal line and I watched as the sinking sun reflected the glistening sand. Three girls ran past through the waves, their pants rolled up to their knees and their ...

... He kept asking for my happy price. I said I didn't have one. At the end I saw that politeness wouldn't ever worked so just started repeating that I wasn't going to buy. Eventually he gave up, got this really angry look on his face, and stalked out. Of course, I felt the guilt but I suppose the other option would have been to buy the stupid carpets. I had stood down the carpet sellers of Fes. The next stop was a building with a nice view of the tannery, one of the largest in ...