NOTE: Re typos and misspellings: I am working on a cheesy old Netbook. The screen is small ..... to small for me to see any typos or misspelled words. It was one of the first to be produced. It is SLOW ..... painfully so. This makes re-enterring the blog editor very tedious. So, for these blogs ....... there is no re-write or editing. It is just too gruesome. The spell checker tags every word as none of them are in Arabic. Okey-dokey. Moving on.......
Tangier Overview:
Tangier is an ancient city. For many years it was an international city ruled by the French, British and Spanish (I think). As a result, once it belonged solely to Morocco, there was some 'attitude' towards it and it was much neglected by Morocco. With the coming of the new king, several years ago, he decided that Morocco needed some long overdue attention. What you see here is a city, trying to recover from long neglect. There is much new building ..... but not too much completed. In many ways, large parts of it are a construction zone.
Overview Part 2:
Tangier is a border town with lots of tourism and single day tourinsts that come over from Spain on the ferry. As with other tourinsty border towns, it is possible to lose some of the "what you came to see or experience". There is an amazing amount of 'hussle' here. I refer to the meaning of huslte as in getting hustled. Especially if you are an obvious visitor. It can take some of the thrill off if you let it. Example: The ferry we took lands about 20 or 30 miles outside of town. They do provide busses into town. The second you get off the bus, you are surrounded by people 'offering their services'.
Moving on:
We arrived yesteday and after checking into the hotel, the Brennie and I took a walk for about 4 hours. We walked along the beach and into old town ..... the Medina. We made our firwst friend there. A junky named Hassam. He really wanted to be our guide and even after we told him (maybe 20 times) 'NO', he still followed us for blocks. Go into a store .... he is waiting for us. Tell him 'no'. Reverse directions to lose him ...... no such luck. He finally gave up after I ceased to be even remotely polite. It was interesting. Not fun. But, not horrible. Interesting..
Anyway, we cruised the Medina for a while. There are 900+ small streets and alleys and everyine is selling something. For those of you in Cuenca, the closest I can come to describe it is Ferria Libre. But real different.
Brennie and I returned to the Medina today, and the Casbah, and the souks. But we had a hsutler/guide with us. One thing the hustler/guide did was keep the other hustlers away from us. Beside, he was our hustler.
I have really enjoyed this city, but look forward to going to Fes tomorrow. We are taking the train ..... about 4 hours
Life is Sweet,
Clarke
PS: We are having a ball!!! It is great to be traveling with Chuck and Nancy.
Tangier Overview:
Tangier is an ancient city. For many years it was an international city ruled by the French, British and Spanish (I think). As a result, once it belonged solely to Morocco, there was some 'attitude' towards it and it was much neglected by Morocco. With the coming of the new king, several years ago, he decided that Morocco needed some long overdue attention. What you see here is a city, trying to recover from long neglect. There is much new building ..... but not too much completed. In many ways, large parts of it are a construction zone.
Overview Part 2:
Tangier is a border town with lots of tourism and single day tourinsts that come over from Spain on the ferry. As with other tourinsty border towns, it is possible to lose some of the "what you came to see or experience". There is an amazing amount of 'hussle' here. I refer to the meaning of huslte as in getting hustled. Especially if you are an obvious visitor. It can take some of the thrill off if you let it. Example: The ferry we took lands about 20 or 30 miles outside of town. They do provide busses into town. The second you get off the bus, you are surrounded by people 'offering their services'.
Moving on:
We arrived yesteday and after checking into the hotel, the Brennie and I took a walk for about 4 hours. We walked along the beach and into old town ..... the Medina. We made our firwst friend there. A junky named Hassam. He really wanted to be our guide and even after we told him (maybe 20 times) 'NO', he still followed us for blocks. Go into a store .... he is waiting for us. Tell him 'no'. Reverse directions to lose him ...... no such luck. He finally gave up after I ceased to be even remotely polite. It was interesting. Not fun. But, not horrible. Interesting..
Anyway, we cruised the Medina for a while. There are 900+ small streets and alleys and everyine is selling something. For those of you in Cuenca, the closest I can come to describe it is Ferria Libre. But real different.
Brennie and I returned to the Medina today, and the Casbah, and the souks. But we had a hsutler/guide with us. One thing the hustler/guide did was keep the other hustlers away from us. Beside, he was our hustler.
I have really enjoyed this city, but look forward to going to Fes tomorrow. We are taking the train ..... about 4 hours
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| In the fish market. |
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| O the ferry leaving Spain. |
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| Directions are clearly marked making it impossible to get lost. |
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| Map of the Medina is really handy. NOT! |
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| Gate to the Casah. The Casbah is famous because of one corny line in a bad movie. But you gotta go there. |
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| Another gate to the Medina. Looking from the inside to the (duh) outside. |
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| Inside the Casbah. |
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| Community oven in the Medina. People bring their food in to be cooked. |
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| Quiz #1 What is this? |
for all the Tangier pics
Life is Sweet,
Clarke
PS: We are having a ball!!! It is great to be traveling with Chuck and Nancy.
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