Movenpick Hotel & Casino Tangier
Route de Malabata, Baie de Tanger Tangier, 90000, Morocco
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The smells of Tangier
... town’. The reason it was a walking tour was because the streets were so narrow barely two people could pass by - it was incredible. Tiny shops recessed into the walls with no doors because there wouldn’t be room to open them and the balconies of one building touching the balconies of the abutting building. It was a whole city of tight quarters - and they were bustling with activity. We walked through the market, which kind of looked like the rest ...
'Play it again, Sam!'
... finally left in 1956 (Morocco gaining independence from Spqin & Frqnce betzeen 1956 - 58). Now, Tangier is a lot like the film Casablanca, as there's still a big cultural pot, with wheelers & dealers; corruption; chaos in the steets and a lot of construction in hand. Still dominent is self-sufficiency and commerce, while good & bad; rich & poor rub shoulders constantly. Altho' originally home to the Beat Generation, this time has long ...
The fun was Tangerble...a ha ha
... and well maintained. The street along the beach is the Mohammed V Avenue; most of the large cities have a Mohammed V Avenue or Boulevard, and it is always modern, in a good state, and lined with greenery, like palm and orange trees and bushes. We retired for the evening after a long walk, and watched with interest to see how the town changed by night. It was surprising to see, but it didn't change at all. Morocco kind of has an all day culture. You keep having to go to ...
Finally went to Africa!
... good at helping him, and he only ever had to get out at sets of multiple stairs. We were bombarded by street vendors the WHOLE time. The guide said to not even acknowledge them, or else they would follow you for the longest time. They hardly ever came to me, because I wouldn’t acknowledge them at all, but they loved Mom since she always had to say no, politely, and then they’d just follow her bugging her more.
We got ...
Yep asilah
It's nice in Asilah! about as insightful a thing i can think to write. The hotel's good, Fred my man in the private parking thing seems somewhat trustworthy; i try and memorise the number of miles on the speedo but forget pretty quick, figure if he is going to nick it, his feet dont touch the ground and more than likely he's going to ride past me; not that i can do anything but it should be alright. he offers me some tea later on so figure ...



