Tryp Ceuta

... water. Some of the boys went all the way to the cliff at the bottom. I wasn't wearing the right shoes. Maybe next time, right? After that quick stop we went a little further down the road to ride camels. Yes, I rode a camel. It was scary. It lasted about 2 minutes but that was all I needed. They smell bad, their tongues hang out of their mouths and look like organs, and they are not nice. It was an experience but it was worth it and now I can say I've ridden a camel. Conveniently, the ...

... the election of Obama which they were extremely excited about. That and we talked about school, traveling and what not as we wandered the streets of Tetuán, past street vendors, fruit stands, stands of knock off louis vutton bags....I think the experience i will remember the most was when i was talking to one of the guys....i can´t recall his name which make me sad that I hadn´t been paying close attention when he introduced himself. I was too ...

... first. On the menu would be two massive lasagnas, rice, salad and stuffed peppers. No dramas... that was until half way through prep the police guy returned with two boys carrying a freshly killed baby goat. Hmmmm what do we have here. He asked if we wanted to buy it for like a quid then when we said we did the price jumped to EURO 10 but as it was such a novelty Martin said he would buy it as long as someone knew how to skin and ...

... of ourselves with the box the meal came in. There was insructions on how to use your cup to make your voice sound like Darth Vaders and pictures of Ewoks. Cool. There was one of those fibreglass Ronald McDonald characters sitting on a chair out the front of the restaurant. Ronald looked the same as the Aussie one except he asked us if we wanted to buy some hash. That same day we came across an LSD inspired fun park that had some wacky, scary rides and ...

... cous and some kind of sweet dessert. I have to say I was quite impressed as I tried all of it and it wasn't bad. I choose not to know what the mystery meats were and hope that it was just lamb and chicken! We were then taken to a carpet shop to learn how carpets are weaved... really it was just a sales pitch. Not sure why they thought they would sell carpets to a bunch of backpackers but ...

Our ferry landed in Ceuta, the small Spanish possession on the Moroccan coast. We disembarked, and headed to our bus, where due to our lost bus driver, we had a mini tour of the town on the way out. It seemed pleasant enough, but much less lively than the similar Gibraltar (Britain's small possession on the Spanish coast). Anyways, soon thereafter, we left on our way to ...

... They are a continuation of the Sierra Nevadas of Spain from when the continents broke apart, which I thought was very interesting. So Tangier is built into the mountains and the valleys and is very large. Some taller buildings then in Tetouan. We headed up the mountain, the view was unbelievable of the whole city and the Atlantic Ocean on one side and the Mediterranean Sea on the other. We stopped on the side of the road at a place to ride camels. So ...

... and then here and then here to get out stamp. After being shuffled around we finally got through the border with no problem. We met a Moroccan guy who shared a taxi with us on the way to Tetouan. On the way we had to stop as the King was coming by. We stopped on the side of the road and waved at the King as he sped by with his motorcade. It was nice of the King of another country to wave at us and recognize how important we where. What are the odds that ...

... the cliff face to rolling hills dotted with olive groves and sunflower fields. It had a rooftop terrace that gives you the sense that you could touch the stars; and at night shadows of gargoyles look down on you fro, the bell tower of the nearby church while bats encircle the turrets, illuminated by the moon.s light. We covered as much ground as we could while in Andalusia, but of course I am choosing the most bizarre to describe for you. We knew it would ...

... guard then looked at Ellen and me and asked why we were there. When we explained that we were going into Morocco he smiled and said that we were in the wrong line-up. He then pointed to a booth for foreigners, on the other side of the fence. It turns out that Ceuta is the spot where Moroccans choose to try and become illegal European aliens. It had been my first baton beating. I choked back a little vomit, smiled bravely then led Ellen towards the foreigners entry line-up.