Riad Tanja Tangier

... br>around Tangier and immediately were happier and more relaxed. The feel was<br>completely different to where we had been and I&#8217;d say the fact it was on the<br>coast and had a heavy Spanish influence had something to do with it. The place<br>was bustling, exciting, and there were people from everywhere going about their<br>business. There were lots of cafes on the streets like in Europe too, and it<br>was an amazing feel to look out across the water and see land &#8211; Spain ...

getting the ferry was easy, however even though you can see Morocco from Algeciras, the 90min ferry took three hours (still not sure why?). The Moroccans seemed very relaxed about it all...on into Tangier. Pickin gup the next car was easy. <br><br>The touts at the Ferry were all very accomodating and respectful....not the hassle we expected at all. And the hospitality, smiles and welcome continued on into the rest of Morocco<br>

... run thing when we reached the lee of the land and things quietened down. So we set foot on African soil and the weather was cold, windy and a little damp - around 12 degrees or so. As I write this in my hotel room looking out over the strait it does seem calmer. Let's hope so for we have to retrace our path back to Spain tomorrow. Tangier is a bustling, thriving city of over 1 million, a very mixed population, definitely third world and ...

... of the group were New York high school kids who looked at me like I was some sort of Al-qaeda terrorist whenever I tried to make conversation. After lunch we were dragged to more shops, but then our tour guide split me off from the group, and had his assistant take me to other different shops on my own. I think he realised I was a backpacker and didn't have any money, so he didn't want the rich americans to see me actually say ...

... da garrafa de amargura dele, um gin fajuto 37,5% misturado com sprite. Não consumia produtos Coca-Cola ha variadissimos anos, não bebia alcool desde os meus 18 anos (excepto a rara e ocasional caipirinha, sempre isolada), faço 27 este ano. No dia seguinte o Raki (nome do frustrado) pagou-me o almoço e depois mostrou-me o caminho para a estrada nacional, fazendo-me prometer que eu lhe contactaria ao chegar a Marrakech, que ele ia me proporcionar bons momentos.

... places and through the souks, and we ended up having a 2-hour session at a hammam. What a wonderful experience - you wash yourself down, then go into a steam room, then get rubbed down and massaged with an abrasive, then slathered in argan oil from head to foot and massaged again, then coated in seaweed and trussed up in plastic for half an hour, before finally washing it all off, and going to a relaxation room where you are served mint tea. Definitely a good sleep that ...

Gigantesque fatigue, bonne comme une chope de plomb toute chaude, et qui recouvre tout. Trouver le vélo. Monter le vélo. Courir les zouks pour trouver un porte bagage. Faire la bouffe. Avoir une discussion très longue avec Amélie parce que, hein, fait chier que !!! Démonter le vélo, mal monté au départ. Remonter le vélo. Aller manger avec Isham avant de partir. Décoller l'osti de vendeur de tapis/de ****/d'internet/de putes #126 000 ...

... banker.) He took out a large Cobra first that moved around a little. I expected him to play the flute but there was no music. The snake charmer barely moved but I guess that was enough to charm the snake. The second snake was a large garden snake that wiggled around some. The high point of the visit was allowing people to have their photo taken with a snake around their neck (albeit a garden snake). Lee did it resulting in a cool photo. We walked through ...

... of couscous and finally a honeyed kind of waffle thing. It was very similar in flavour and texture to baklava (Turkish sweet which is so so so sweet). It was nice but like baklava, so sweet that one was more than enough. Several people couldn't eat theirs as it was too sweet. After lunch we spent time walking through the souk (market place) watching various demonstrations and being hassled no end by the street sellers. We saw a carpet demo (I saw the same think in Turkey) and ...

... of people in line.... and we did....and we got<br><br>back to Spain fairly uneventfully. <br><br>Alas, I must go... I´m SO<br><br>tired. I didn´t get in until 3:30am because it was my roommates´ last<br><br>night in Cadiz, so we went salsa dancing....then I had to be at the bus<br><br>station by 6am to get to Tarifa in time......SO I´m SOOO tired, must<br><br>sleep, and then spend my last day in Cadíz...where else? The beach! :)