Punta Sur Tarifa

... gazed down with a strange expression at the postcard, and said in a squeaky voice, "you are not supposed to buy sad postcards."<br><br>LOCAL DELIGHTS: The silky, creamy, unbelievable cheesecake gelato for one Euro, enjoyed in front of the Pitti Palace in Florence.<br><br>AFFECTION: The sweet old men on the sundeck who pat their old lady's butts when they think no one sees them.<br><br>INSANITY: The crazy man who was surrounded by pigeons in the Piazza Annunziata in Florence ...

... they' also enjoyed learning English so we'd switch between the two an arrangement which seemed to suit everyone. At 3am I left the hardened party goers to it and headed for the comfort of my tent and sleeping bag...snuggled up, listening to the wind outside gently blowing i could imagine staying here the whole summer...pitched up in an old camper-van beach by day, flamenco and Tango by night.... <br><br>The next day we relax on the beach and swim in the deliciously cool ...

... a heroin addict who hasn't seen the sun in weeks across town to score another hit before I crash and burn. My hair stuck up in my eternal cowlick. I walked with a look of confusion and day-break despair, yet with such a sense of urgent purpose. I thought of what to do if it were towed, where to go, what to say. I knew I had one thing going for me. When you travel to a foreign country, you have what the Japanese refer to as ...

... waving at me (All my American friends reading this- not really, it was a exaggeration to make a point. All my English friends reading this- Africa is the big one in the middle). Tarifa is a cool wee place. It´s small, but has a serious history. It has been a strategic port for thousands of years, has changed hands more times than a ...

... can see. If you zoom in and look at it on the map you can see how big it is. I ended up falling asleep for a while and when i woke up we wandered out to the end of the point, where there is an old military base. The most spectacular thing about the walk out there is that on one side you have a freezing Atlantic ocean, and on the other side the beautiful warm Mediterránean, not to mention your standing at the southern-most point of Europe and just across the water ...

... following: bananas, raw capsicum/cabbage/onion, camel, chicken and cinnamon pie... just to name a few off the top of my head. I bought the following: goatskin bag, beautiful wool and silk blanket, numerous scarves, jewellry, timber boxes and carvings. One thing made famous here is what they call a secret box. It is made out of timber, and can only be oponed a special way by sliding panels and opening areas with hiden keys. Its frustrating trying to ...

... with modern furniture, servi-bars, and satellite TV. The bathrooms were modern and they even had their own labeled soaps/toiletries. The charming touch was rose/flower petals in decorative arrangements on beds, towels, and dressers. Our room had a nice patio overlooking the Baie of Tangier. The girls ran about the rooms upstairs to explore while taking turns in the bathrooms showering. There is a nice library off the ...

As a present to ourselves, and after meeting Kurt in Meknes, we treated ourselves to a train ride up to Tangier. We had some funny difficulties, exacerbated by the fact that many Moroccan men assuredly reassure you they speak French, and don't exactly posess the most honed listening skills- when in fact they don't understand what the hell you are saying. This posed a smallish problem for us, and resulted in us getting on the ...

... port, and we got suckered out of 5 euros for it. AND it was closed. We asked around and found a room for 10 euros a piece. We went exploring a little and came upon a lovely plaza with a book fair in progress. I bought a big copy of Don Quijote for 6 euros. I won't read it, but it looks nice. After relaxing a little we found an Internet cafe. After a dinner of cheese and bread, we went to bed.

... missed. Afterwards I made my way back towards my hotel when who should shout my name but my lost Slovenian friend Ramiz. It turned out his boat had got in even later than mine. We wandered back to his pension were we shared some olives and peaches he had bought. They were absolutely lovely (Again breaking travel rules and eating unpeeled fruit, however after the salad I'd had at lunch with my chicken and chips I was feeling dangerous. I don't ...