Ibis Tangier

Milli says:<br><br><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]-->We were up very<br>early to make sure we made our train so we could organise places to stay once<br>we got there. Though dads snoring had meant we had been awake on and off for<br>hours. Joy. One of the guys in our riad kindly woke up with us and made us a<br>really good breakfast of honey roti, yoghurt, and mint tea. Leaving him bleary<br>eyed and ready to go back to sleep (as I wanted to) we walked to the nearest<br>road and ...

... of time to the check-in hall to find it closed due to some kind of vague &#8216;security issue&#8217;. When they finally did open, only 20 minutes before check-in for our flight was supposed to close, there was a mass stampede. Somehow we ended up being the last checked in to our flight. But it didn&#8217;t seem to matter in the end as our flight was delayed. There were only about 40 people flying with us so we all spread out on the plane. <br ...

... In lots of ways it reminded us of the Alfama? district in Lisbon. We saw the Kasbah come to life as people emerged to buy food from the Berber country people who had brought produce in to the city market. City women were usually wearing long gowns and had covered heads. There were only occasional burkahs(the face mask). Many men were also wearing the long gowns and most were bearded. Before we got very far down into the Kasbah the street hawkers hit us. We ...

... we were thus victims of stares and cat calls. That was really not the case. The men noticed us of course and we definitly looked different than EVERYONE we saw but it was never uncofortable and the people who we did speak with were always very polite. When we bought a new phone number the young guy even set the whole thing up for us, or when buying pastries they told us the names in Arabic and smiled at our awful pronounciation.  Well I'll leave you with ...

... scenery. Lots of cactus line the rutted roads (or what you could call a road), along with cows, sheep, donkeys, men walking to the mosque, veiled women having a catch up gossip with the kids running around chasing chooks... All of a sudden the scenery changed, it was like we had popped out of the mountains and we hit the sea.....the Mediterreanean that is......Seeing Spain off in the not to far ...

... olives rapidly. The chow bag is a black plastic bag that works by hooking the handles onto your ears with the bulk of the bag and the opening falling below your chin. You eat the olives then spit the pips directly into the chow bag. This proceedure is best carried out in the privacy of your hotel room. We just found out where people keep their dogs as they don't have any gardens or backyards, on the roof of course. We love Morocco Tomorrow, Egypt. Inshallah!

... spanish here so language is not a problem. Tangier is a city where continents meet, lot's of movement at the port. You get a glimpse of what morocco will be but I must say Tangier is very european. It's got a huge beach, full of people playing all kinds of sports. We eat something at a restaurant where a cockroach keeps us company and back to the hotel to take a last bath in the swimming pool.

... could tell how much he enjoyed sharing what he knew about Morocco. When we finally got through the border, we started our way to our hotel in Tetouan. Abdul told us a bunch of interesting things about Morocco, its history and culture on our way to the hotel. Everybody was pretty exhausted when we arrived, but we were welcomed at the hotel by three men playing instruments for us, tea, and cookies ...

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Asilah. Paradise beach, more bumper cars, my birthday, the Aussie guy that had no interest in anything at all, sketchy guys taking his money and him not caring, sleeping on the floor outside being more comfortable than the "beds" inside, insane little children of the house owner guy, horse ride back from paradise beach, camels on the beach, Hammams, pristine white and blue Medina.