Riad Tanja Tangier

... and didn’t
mind showing off her henna designs on her hands and feet so Nick could take a
photo. We were then joined by another woman who looked like an older version of
my Friend Charlene (who has a Seychelles background so I guess it sort of makes
a bit of sense) so was also very friendly and another couple who sort of kept
to themselves. Then we stopped
for about 2 hours. It seemed everyone had finally given up any hope of arriving
in Fes that day and ...

... He said he would be glad to see him, so maybe a partnership could be developed at some point! :) We also visited the Brodex company that does embroidery, as well as Dari, a company that makes couscous. Both were very interesting, and then we had a dinner and rotary meeting to end the day. Leer factor in Rabat: 9.5 Rafi asked me to not post any pics of our hotel, so I will respect his wishes. :)

... we call him Michael Douglas entered the bus. He swears he was told that he had a similar appearance to the famed actor however we all begged to differ. We said Choukran to our new guide and the millitary personel and were headed along the Moroccan coast to our first stop Tetuan. Along the way Michael Douglas enlightened us about Moroccan history with Spain and some of the traditions and customs we would soon be experiencing. He took a liking to one ...

... Everybody stays up all night until 4am eating and praying then sleeps in all morning. During Ramadan, Muslims are expected to put more effort into following the teachings of Islam and to avoid obscene and irreligious sights and sounds. We are not so sure if the intended outcomes are achieved. As a tourist we can still do anything we like, but it would be much appreciated if we didn't each or drink in front of the locals. Oops, we already have. We chowed ...

... La Tangerina, is in the Kasbah. It's in a fantastic position just inside the Kasbah walls, facing the Strait of Gibraltar, and my room is on the 4th floor with a view across the strait to Spain. I spend a few very pleasant days in Tangier seeing most of the sights - the Café de France where spies and expatriates hung out, St Andrew's Anglican Church, the Petit Socco (where William Burroughs used to pick up boys), the Grand Socco (where I eat Moroccan style fish & chips at ...

... Sale, attempting to find our campsite. When we came across it we decided to drive on, because it was so dire. It was situated in the middle of a construction site, was completely deserted with the majority of its facilities smashed up and unusable. We drove for another couple of hours to Asilah. On the way the police stopped us, but luckily I was driving so we weren't fined this time, I think he was ...

That line from Josh Ritter's lovely folk song 'Idaho' seemed to be on continuous repeat along route to the city of Tangier. I showed up 15 minutes early at the train station anxious to put some distance between me and the city of Fes. It had been weeks since I'd been out of town, and was starting to feel it. Kyle and Emily appeared right on time, dragging their baggage behind them and after a brief scare with a missing passport. I found myself on a train ...

... them. There was much yelling and anger and at length the girls stood aside unhappily, their baggage piled around their legs. We breathed a sigh of relief upon arriving in Tarifa. I had never felt such a striking contrast in atmosphere before. The city was filled with surfers and young people on holiday. Everyone seemed carefree. The white buildings were clean and picturesque against the blue of the sea and cobblestones of the street.

... from a table outside a cafe. "How are you?" I was a little wary at first, but Tai trusts anyone and we ended up sitting down. He lives in Texas and has a Japanese wife living there, but spends time in Morocco helping lost-looking tourists. He told us about the medina and finding a guide. He warned us that if we took an unofficial guide into the medina they would be arrested. He had several numbers in his pockets for a guide. For 6 euros a piece we agreed to a guide for the ...

... tour. Tomorrow, however, we move on again to Rabat, and from there down (or up, depending on your perspective) to the High Atlas Mountains. More later.  Barbie & Ken ************************** No warm beer; No cricket; No BBC World Service No Carlisle United; No KNIGHTON OUT No Dairy Milk; No Crunchy Nut Cornflakes;No absinthe (it was closed); No Spanish (or at least, not enough) No Dirty Three ...Having a good time regardless! **************************