Misiana Tarifa

... and clubbing music. You could win all the same stuffed animals, hear the noises of games being played....THEY EVEN HAD MINI DONUTS! So, i took advantage of that. Chris and Kev both bought a dozen and shared some with me for my bday present. We got to enjoy fireworks...for my bday :)<br><br>Then, it was time to club. There were rows and rows of tents setup...just like you would see at the PNE with different names on them...¨La Alternativa...We ended up going into a tent that had ...

... announcement in French. But apparently NO. We where on the wrong side of the train. It was a train easily 12 maybe more carriages long and only a couple of doors where open. Have you tried running with a 25kg pack attached to your back as well as all the other stupid things that we carry around. It was a site to see. Apparently Dino doesn't like waiting for people. So, when we had finally located a door that was open, there was so many people trying to get on ...

... that the slip road is only 10 yards long, not much better than a T junction. Finally add a bendy bus service with a bus stop every 200 yards. A few miles north we came to Fuengirola, a more down-market version of Marbella. However, a short drive up into the hills behind the coast took us to an extraordinary sight - a dazzling white Buddhist stupa with a gilded roof. Inside, joss-sticks burned before a golden Buddha and ...

... all had cars and were still swigging down whatever they had been drinking all night. We managed to get to Barbate in one piece, but it was a bit hairy at times. Anyway, having learned that we could in fact get a ferry from Tarifa to Tangier got all excited but then remembered that I had given Algeciras as my post restante address, so, we're going to Algeciras tomorrow, it's less than 30 kms so we can pick up post, if there is ...

... behind (in the case of sculpture). As far as I'm regarded, I don't need much: my laptop and maybe a good table and a chair/stool. We already have a good setup, easy to use and we most of the material we might need, and as everything when you're living on a van, it really is only a question of space and setting priorities on what you decide to take with you and how you carry it ...

... in advance, and the bus driver was adamant that there was no place for us to stop. So we flashed our cameras as we drove by. But Muhammad got the point that as long as we were in a country that had a Jewish population ranging from 10,000-30,000 depending on whom you ask and a city with an official Jewish community, we wanted to see something, anything...Jewish. We got our wish. We pulled up next to a run down building of the city's Jewish old folks home. That ...

... gentleman in a flamboyant royal-blue suit. I realize the sign-holders are the drivers, but I'm more inclined to walk up to the guy in the suit. He introduces himself as Nezha's husband, Abdul, and says she isn't available, but will take us on the tour. Good enough. I feel bad that the other guide did send someone but since he's not personally standing there...maybe a lesson in customer service. We jump in a large mini-bus and Abdul tells us he ...

... up multiple floors filled with Berber carpets and to the rooftop where we had a chance to take a few photos. Standing out noticeably throughout the city were the numerous mosques with speakers on top of their minarets which send out the call to prayer fives times a day. After our time on the roof the man brought us back down two floors and had us sit while he showed us about a million different carpets and had his "assistant" bring us some mint ...

... menacing. people are very forward and agressive if they see you as a tourist, with money, or worse- a lost tourist with money. western women are regarded as tasty objects, even if filthy and dressed not-so-fancy. it can be overwhelming so you have to be prepared mentally! a walk through the medina is exhausting. tourists are a disposable commodity in tangier so put your thick skin on. we had a bad time in ...

... weren´t that many restaurants and shops in the area (where´s American commercialization!?!). Not being fluent in Spanish makes any restaurant experience a bit of a challenge...trying to decipher the menu then ordering. Plus many places just sell tapas so it´s not really a meal. We decided to look for something more "normal" and found a restaurant with pizza. They were probably just frozen pizzas thrown in the oven, but at least it filled me up. We hung out on the beach more ...