Then there was the day three walking.
We
planned to spend the day in Tangier and then go to our first multi-night
destination, Tetouan. The day began with breakfast, delivered to our room,
probably because the rooftop where they normally serve it was undergoing
renovation. It was perfect. We ate too much, then we slept a bit more before
heading up to the kasbah, the old fortress area. It wasn’t much, really, just
some old walls and some crumbling towers and several gates. The views of the
ocean, the Strait of Gibraltar, and Spain were worth the hike up the hill and
even worth the harassment by children who all wanted to be tour guides. Sound cute?
No, it was obnoxious as hell. But the kids were nothing compared to the
twenty-something vultures that would not let you just look at the sights
without trying to tell you everything you already read in your guidebook as if
they were providing you a service. They were relentless, following you as you
tried to get away with them, never taking a hint, and even being mean to them
wasn’t enough to get them to leave you alone. The city should do something
about them. We met another American who was as equally annoyed by these people
and we stopped and chatted with her about it. I didn’t even get to look at
things as much as I wanted. We just rushed on through because of them. Where
you from? Where you from? None of your damn business.
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| view from our hotel room |
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| House of Kasbah |
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| view of the Atlantic Ocean |
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| view of the Straight of Gibraltar leading to the Mediterranean Sea |
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| cats everywhere. This one is well. Another one close by was sick and I worried it had rabies. |
To be continued...
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