Hurricane Hotel Tarifa

... was the police officer she had travelled with in Portugal. She was very animated, a lovely woman, but sadly, I watched her husband roll his eyes at her while she was talking to me. He just stood there rigidly. I can't know what really goes on inside anyone's relationship, but Anita seemed to be a lonely lady with a husband who showed her contempt. So I guess this one is a little mixed; I loved that this cool lady had a day in her life where she felt buzzed by some independence ...

... einer nach dem anderen, Shop an Shop. Und selten mal eine Beiz oder Apotheke. Wir wunderten uns, wie die alle überleben können, wenn sie alle dasselbe anbieten. Komisch. Vorallem nachdem wir nun auch noch erfuhren, was denn eine (1) Stunde Unterricht kostet. Muss eine enorm elitärer Sport sein, sonst ist man ruiniert.

Am nächsten Tag erwarteten wir am Strand Horden von Kite-Surfern. Fehlanzeige: ein paar einzelne Anfänger, welche im Sand ihre Trocken ...

... my own. She would do it for me. I ran the bath for her and told her quietly that it would be a good idea if she start getting up. I went back down to the car and threw the bags in. And no one had come by. It was safe. All safe. Worry meter turned to yellow and I went for a coffee. Ahh. Eventually, I got Carrie up and guided her like a blind and decrepit 80 year old grandmother downstairs and into the car. She held my arm ...

Yes, back to European shores and already using my trusted laptop...no more of that nonsense French keyboards! ..eheh...just joking (but not so much, you might all know how addicted I am to a good internet connection...) I have stopped for a couple of hours in Tarifa, the southernmost point of continental Spain and my gateway to Africa amonth ago. Having a delicious pizza and a well-needed beer at the EcoCenter, of which I've ...

Our last day was spent in Tangier, Africa, an old busy trading port on the northern coast of Morocco. We woke early, took a bus to Algeciras, Spain and then a ferry across the Straits of Gibraltar, thus crossing two international borders to reach the promised land, a country that still has a decent sized Jewish population and good shopping. The group from Kiev did not come along due to delays in visas. Instead they sat on the beach in Gibraltar. It surprised me how ...

... the bustop to get to Seville. The busride flew by, probably due to the ammount of sleeping that i did, and luckily i had booked a hostel near the bus terminal as it was 42 degrees when i got here at 6pm and didnt like the idea of having to walk too far in the heat! So now i am in Seville, this was one of the cities that i came through to get to Tarifa from Portugal. It is a stunning city and im glad i chose this hostel as it is very modern, clean, fresh, and has an ...

... or old embassy from days of the Barbary Pirate Wars (...in Marine Corp hymn "shores of Tripoli") We miss some entry times as we wander a bit too much, but the girls aren't interested in exhibits. We enter one VERY well groomed bazaar and are introduced to "Abdel" from the American school. This only means he learned english at the American school and I'm suspicious that Abdul is leading us to a ...

... looked at us and shouted, ¨George Bush!¨ Not wanting to assume anything one way or the other, we shouted back in unison, ¨George Bush!¨ and transitioned quickly back to our charming, apolitical perma-grins. This resulted in a stalemate, maybe because he could detect neither affinity nor disdain in our response. Maybe the only English he knew was, ¨George Bush!¨ At any rate, the interaction ended as they all did...that brief, awkward silence ...

... medina' but i think everyone does. walking in the medina, or 'old town-market place', of tangier means you are looking to be a chump, as soon as you realize this and try to get out you then have to get firm or congenially aggressive towards the rotating, leach-y 'tour guides'. it's really like being in a whirl pool and everything is spinning, loud, and abrassive. we swore off the medina and found among ...

... to the train station, got my stuff and took the 9:30pm train to Cadiz. A little lost getting to the hostel, but made it at 11:45pm. Yes, it was a very long day of traveling. (You may be asking why I was wandering lost in various places - ´cuz my Lonely Planet book is VERY lacking on maps!!! especially if it´s not a big city) I got dos cervezas and Karla and I went up to the terrace hammocks to hang out. She told me about the Semana Santa processions she got to see the ...