It was the best trip of my life.
Susan and I left on Friday morning to drive down to Tarifa and catch the fast ferry (35 minutes) to Tangier. We got there in plenty of time to have coffee and toast at the aptly named Carpe Diem café, and then made our way to the port across the street. Arriving at the port in Tangier was the beginning of a four-day adventure that was nothing I could have imagined …
The first step was to change some money and find a taxi to the hotel. That taxi ride was slightly unnerving as we had no idea where we were going … and neither did the taxi driver (he kept asking people for directions). At one point he even stopped to pick up a hitchhiker. Hitching rides with taxis is apparently a common practice there. We were left in a square which, had we known it, was less than a five-minute walk to the hotel. We also later found out that we could have been dropped off in front of the hotel and that our 5 euro taxi ride should have only cost 2 euros … live and learn. As soon as we got out of the taxi two small boys were immediately at our side offering directions to the hotel. We tried to ignore them but as we were lost we finally let them guide us … and one of them then asked us for 5 euros! Well, we weren’t that “fresh off the boat” and so Pip gave him 20 cents. Man, you should have seen the theatrics the kid put on about that, but he eventually went away … and we were at our hotel!



Talk about an oasis. Charming and tastefully decorated, the Tangerina Hotel is perfectly situated in the Kasbah and within walking distance of everywhere we wanted to go. Our room was delightful and the breakfast (included in the price) was both delicious and sumptuous. When we got stranded in Tangier on Sunday and had to find another hotel we learned how special the Tangerina really is. Even a nearby (and more expensive) hotel was extremely tacky and unwelcoming, which made the honest seediness of the Continental Hotel, where we eventually ended up, easier to deal with. But I’m getting ahead of myself…



That first day was spent walking around the Medina (Kasbah), happily getting lost while wandering through the maze of small streets and alleyways. The views and street scenes were truly a feast for the eyes, but what we found equally enticing were the sounds and especially the smells … Tangier smells wonderful! I think we finally narrowed it down to a combination of baking bread and spices. Anyhow, it was something that we both wished we could take home with us. By nightfall we were so tired out that a room service snack, a bottle of wine and a film on DVD was a perfect ending to a very interesting day.



On Saturday we had breakfast on the rooftop terrace of the hotel (the view from our table is the first pic above) and then wandered a bit more around the Kasbah before heading out to Asilah for the day. I’d heard so much about this little “blue village” that I was really looking forward to seeing it. It’s a slow and friendly place with a colourful Medina that caters mostly to Moroccan tourists. During the month of August, artists from around the globe come to Asilah and paint wonderful murals on the white walls throughout the medina. Susan and I honed our bartering skills while were were there … it’s actually a lot of fun once you get into it. Lunch was at a Spanish-style restaurant that served excellent seafood.



Last day in Tangier (or so we thought). Because it was so windy, breakfast was served in the dining room and patio, after which Susan and I packed up our bags and left them in the reception area while we went out for one last walk (or so we thought) around town. We came across a couple of markets we hadn’t seen before and also made our way down to the beach. But it was so windy that we eventually headed back to the Kasbah and decided to try the Hamadi restaurant again for lunch. After that (as most of you already know) we picked up our bags, taxied to the port and were told that no fast ferries were going that day due to high winds. Which led to “the further adventures…” of having to find another hotel for the night (the Tangerina was fully booked) as well as finding a way to spend the evening that wouldn’t require sitting in our room. I suspect the Continental Hotel was once quite splendid in its day (it’s also located next to Jimmy’s😉 ) but while the terrace, entrance and salon areas are still quite grand, the rooms are rather poky and dingy – especially after the Tangerina.



So we took another stroll around the Medina, remarking on how “familiar and at home” everything seemed. We even stopped and chatted with shopkeepers, no longer unsure as to how they would respond to us. And on the way back to the Continental picked up some take-away snacks and mineral water at a nearby kiosk and spent the rest of the evening in the smaller downstairs salon (with WIFI). Then Susan found an old Reader’s Digest and read it aloud, which had us both in stitches. And finally it was time for bed. And we all know what happened on the BIG ferry the following day …



But that extra night in town, staying at a seedy portside hotel, did actually feel a bit adventurous. And the rest of the weekend couldn’t have been better. So many amazing sights (and wonderful smells). The people were very friendly and we didn’t get hassled nearly as much as we though we would, based on what we’d been told. And so now we’re thinking of doing a whole week sometime and going to Fes, Casablanca and Marrakech. Except next time we’ll fly – no more ferries for us!

All the best adventures have an element of surprise and seediness 🙂
The photos are lovely, it all looks so richly coloured and layered – plus there’s some interesting head-gear!
So glad you and Pip had such fun. It has given me the travel bug again, too…
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I’m envious 🙂
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Gosh can you install smell-o-vision in your next blog upgrade?
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Fab pics! Looks like you are having a wonderful time.
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There was all manner of headgear as well as clothing, woo. I’m going to have to google some of it because I’m curious to know what the differences mean.
We’ll go to Morocco next time you visit, nursemyra, ok? 🙂
The smells … I really wish I could describe them, Bea.
Did you also see the Fotki albums, Puddock?
I’ve never been to a place that actually felt “foreign” to me before this, so that was quite an interesting experience in itself. Though by the time I left I felt a bit less of an “outsider” and more comfortable starting up conversations with the people there.
I forgot to mention the language thing! It was pretty fun as I got to dust off my high school French. Not that I was able to converse, but I could understand a surprising amount of the French spoken to me and, being Canadian, have all that French vocab in my head just from having seen it on all packaged goods all my life. Pip was quite impressed that I was able to ask for beurre for our bread one night, when neither English or Spanish was getting us any butter.
I’d say the best language to have there is French. After that English and Spanish are kind of equally divided. Though I found it was easier to communicate with someone who only spoke French in Spanish.
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During the war, my mother and her family went to the seaside and stayed in a hotel where Polish pilots were billeted. They met and socialized with a number of them. Language was a bit of a problem because they spoke very little English and my mother and her parents, needless to say, spoke no Polish. They spoke a very little French.
They only common language they spoke was Latin… So they conversed in Latin!
Interestingly, one of the pilots kept in contact with them until my Grandfather died and they lost touch. I recently was able to locate his family and he was (he died in 1985) the father of Chris Dreja of The Yardbirds…
When we sponsored a Kosovar family, the son and father spoke German and, luckily, one of our number spoke German. When he wasn’t with us, we resorted to sign language of sorts. It is amazing, though, that sometimes even detailed stories can be well understood without being able to understand the language.
One of the first times I visited, someone from the building staff was mowing the lawns. The mother. Elfije, frantically (and laughing) indicated that we were not to tell the son, Agron. Apparently, the day before he had painstakingly cut the lawn with scissors… We all had a good laugh and Agron was none the wiser.
About a year later, Elfije had to have a CAT scan. He daughter went in to translate while they prepared her for the scan but, of course, couldn’t remain in during the scan.
When she returned, she was doubled over in laughter.
In sign language, again, she explained that the technician had said that when it was over he would indicate that by saying “All right, you can get up now.” This, Advije, the daughter, had translated and they had rehearsed.
However, before the end of the test, the technician had been replaced and he didn’t know that she didn’t speak English. Nor did he know the “code” phrase.
When they were done, he said something to her which she didn’t understand, so she remained still with her eyes closed.
He repeated himself and she remained stock still.
Apparently, he thought there was something was wrong and came over to check on her… at which point she “revived”.
She thought the misunderstanding was hilarious.
Despite the language barrier, the entire story was very clearly understood in her gestured explanation… and repeated many times over the next few days to all her non-Albanian-speaking friends.
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Do you have a photo album posted somewhere? What I love about the trips to Morocco I’ve read about (including yours above), is the incredible colors present in everyone’s pictures.
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Yes, there is a link to the albums in the post but I can put it here too…
Morocco photo albums
The colours were truly breathtaking at times.
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Hello , I am from Tangeir. I am currently working as an English teacher. I would be glad to meet European and North American tourists who love Tangier. I will take them home to see my family.
We are 12 . Seven sisters and five brothers and my mother and father. I will guide you to visit the nearby cities like: Tetouan, Chafchaouan and Asilah. These small cites are seductive and I am sure that you will enjoy it.
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Hola,
estan Debujos is muy Bonitas ^^
asilaah, la vida estan entre el muro del Artista ^^
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Love the photos. It’s been more than thirty years since I visited Morocco. I’ve always wanted to go back but would forego the yellow hashish next time.
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I think you would find it much changed. I want to go to Fez and Marrakesh … also back to Tangier and Asilah. I don’t know what it is that draws me to Morocco, but I’ve decided not to fight it and just go whenever an opportunity presents itself.
Should really brush up on my highschool French though…
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Baisar, or baisara is my favourite. i love morocco
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Hola! I’ve been following your blog for a long time now and finally got the bravery to go ahead and give you a shout out from Lubbock Texas! Just wanted to mention keep up the fantastic job!
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