Ramada Les Almohades Tangier

... for him and waiting, growing a little worried
and not being able to do anything about it. We had a last sleepless night and
got up early to go to the airport. We didn’t know what we were going to do if
he wasn’t there, we all needed to get that flight and he knew the times but I
worried he was stuck on a train in the middle of nowhere or something.

As we pulled in
with our taxi we saw his unforgettable figure waving to us and clapping.
Unbelievable ...

1) Times I got sunburn (in Agadir) 2) Cups of tea (at the minimum) I drink per day 3) T-shirts I have left after my white one never came back from laundry service at the Ibis in Casablanca 4) Pairs of pants that need to be washed 5) Pair of shoes I now have (4 from home ...

... and hurried through passport control without issues before thankfully collapsing aboard the ferry. The stress level wasn't going to be reduced that much as the ferry was scheduled to arrive at 1, with the train supposedly leaving around 1:30. Once again, it was another sweat laden dash off the ferry to be greeted by the typical Moroccan taxi cockroaches. 'Only 3E' were the offers to get to the train station, which on the surface seemed reasonable until the mental currency ...

... watched the dolphins and took pictures of the Mediterranean and Atlantic Ocean. We proceeded to enjoy a bocadillo (sub sandwhich). Needless to say I was caught on camera stuffing my face with a tuna, olive, and pepper toasted sub! I was starving! As soon as we hit Celta, the gypsies swarmed our bus, looking to rip off fanny pack wearing tourists. We didn´t have the fanny packs or the windbreakers, but they knew we were tourists. haha. We kind of ...

... shoes and little beanie cap being the normal attire for the men. Some modern, younger women wear a shorter kaftan dress over jeans; higher heeled shoes and sunglasses adorn the face. Some women paint their feet and hands with henna paste. Some older men wear a pixie type hood and robe that makes them look like wizards. Some of them carry headless broomsticks to complete the costume. There are gorgeous coloured tiles everywhere. We got lost trekking around ...

... dinner just inside the medina wall, joining half a dozen men sitting on upturned plastic crates in the open, eating fried fish and other items I can't identify, cooked in a huge vat of boiling oil by a young girl squatting on the ground and a man, presumably her father. Thre are quite a few bars near my hotel and I want to go in to see what they're like, but I lose my nerve as they look really seedy and seem to be full of sad-looking drunks, who I'm sure would not appreciate ...

... Leah qui pleure, que je berce un peu, oui oui maman va revenir, maman qui revient, non non maman ne partira plus... dodo. Nous sommes présentement assis sur la plage devant la mer, on a monté un espèce d'abri contre le vent avec nos vélos et une toile, on mange les restes du lapin d'hier. On attend d'être rejoints par la troupe, qui arrive dans quelques heures. Il fait chaud. Fatigue. Nos vélos roulent, inch Allah ! Et à bientôt... Miguel.

... looking out over the sparkling blue water. Here we were accosted by more potential tour guides that would not leave us alone. At last I tired of being polite and said what one must always say at such moments "GO AWAY!" "Please don't say go away" was the reply. But at this point I was too annoyed to feel remorseful. We resolved to pretend ignorance of the English language. We responded to people for a time in Chinese, saying we ...

... and even offered me half of her double bed for the night. My angel, so so lovely i could have just hugged and kissed her right there and then!!! Oh to have a fluffy towel to dry myself with - its this littlest of things you miss! Not much to see in Tangier, so headed almost straight out and down the west coast, seeing gorgeous views of the Atlantic Ocean, headed for our first stop, Moroccoś Capital (Rabat).

... itching to step onto African soil (and remove our weighty rucksacks) while the crew stood around staring at the gap between the ferry and the docks.Fooled oursevles into believing that Tanger is not as bad as the guidebooks make out when we made it to our hostel with minimal hassle.  But upon leaving our hostel later, the minor mishaps took shape.  We had a disagreement over the price of a mint tea.  We continually got lost in the so-called simple medina ...