La Casa Amarilla Tarifa

... and moved straight from her parents' house into her husband's house. Anita was afraid to be alone in Portugal, even though we were on a very organized and structured tour. She was a fascinating lady and talked a lot on our drive through the hills of Portugal to the little mountaintop town of Sintra. Once we disembarked from the tour bus onto the sunny cobblestones, Anita felt she might be okay roaming the tourist alleys of the town on her own for the next 45 minutes. We went ...

... br>das 8er-zimmer war zwar etwas klein,sodass wir wohl eine kleinere stickstoff-vergiftung hatte in der nacht (von da an blieb das fenster offen in der nacht um den üblen kopfschmerzen vorzubeugen), aber es hatte nette leute, schöner commonroom und küche zum kochen etc...und befand sich gleich am rand der altstadt.perfekt!<br><br>nochmals die engen ...

... still accessing the situation. Okay. Sight. Driving. Day. Earth. This is Earth. I am....Tim. Tim. That's right. Driving. A horn. Okay, a horn. Honking. Oh, they're honking at me. Don't stop at green. Go at green, stop at red. Pretty woman. Pretty woman walking. Pretty Spanish woman. Oh Spain. Spain and car. Carrie. Carrie in hotel. Tim in car. Need stopping. Need to stop. Park. Ahhh! That's what I'm doing. Okay. After much ...

... Back in Algeciras I decided the simplest thing was to get the short bus trip back to Tarifa and stay in a place I know is good (and OK cheap as well). A single room for E20 is pretty good. Seemed a better idea than arriving in Malaga at 11pm to look for somewhere and I didn´t want to stay in Algeciras. So there you have it total of 77km to get back where I started from. Great day though, glad I went to Morocco now.

... expensive, so this was the first time i had seen it and i loved it. The girls dresses were so beautiful, and i love the spanish guitar it has the most incredible sound. I watched them for a good hour or more before heading back to the hostel and to bed. Monday i got up bright and early as i wanted to find someone who could hopefully fix Larry. The first guy i went to wanted to charge me 50 euro, which i decided against as i wanted to shop around and see what other ...

... The roads in Morocco are terrible. They are barely wide enough to have 2 cars go past each other, the edges are so broken im suprised that no-one ran into us or that we didnt pass any accidents. The drivers are all crazy and probably have death wishes as some of the times that people would pass us into oncoming traffic, only to get around at the last minute and dodge the oncoming car with a couple of seconds to spare made me severely uncomfortable ...

... offer an abundance of food greater than a guest can finish. He told us we aren't expected to finish and they have a very good intention to give our leftovers to the poor in the neighborhood. Next we had a fruit cup of fresh diced strawberries, mango, kiwi, oranges, and perhaps pears. This was in a cold "soup" that had a very unique fresh floral scent from orange blossom water. After sitting comfortably in the large dining ...

... to consider the images from that part of our trip, many of which will in time remain indelible. Moroccans are famous for their hospitality, but we were unprepared for what we were shown by Kim and Adil, our hosts in Fes (for crying out loud...Adil paid for my Q-Tips at a booth in the medina; I tried to explain that in my culture, when one man pays for another man´s Q-Tips, a lifelong bond is implied, but he was having none of that). Lisa ...

... to you the entire job; mundane to no end. It gets worse. We also visited a shrimp peeling factory where literally 1,000 women sit all day, wearing, aprons, latex gloves, and paper face masks, and peel shrimp. I'm talking ity, bity shrimp. The women would chat with one another, but besides that, their entire focus was on peeling as much shrimp as possible since they are paid by the number of kilos they peel daily. Both of these jobs are mind numbing tasks ...

... down the street and I'm pretty sure the guide had to pay him off. The politics of this tour are pretty interesting. About four hours later we emerged on the otherside of the medina and caught a taxi back to the hotel. He took the money without complaint, didn't even try for more. We thought we might want to find a hammam, but we got lost and gave up. We went back to have dinner at the chicken place again and fed stray cats. Then we relaxed and went to bed rather early after our long day.