Tarifa was simply terrific – After we checked into one of the coolest hotels ever, in a kite surfing, beach bum, walled city with a fort and a view of Africa, nestled between the Mediterranean and Atlantic we hit the 5 mile long beach on the Atlantic side. At 6:00PM you would have thought it was 1:00 at any beach you have ever been to before – The place was hopping and the sun was 4 or 5 hours from coming close to setting. We found a great bar on the beach with a wonderful chilled vino blanco (white wine).
Day two we found ourselves on a boat to Morocco, Africa – Apparently we arrived before Africa opened! We exited the boat to empty streets (might have been the two hour time difference we did not know about too). Nevertheless and much to Alice’s chagrin we set out to walk the city of Tangier. And walk the city we did, up and down and up and down some of the narrowest streets you have ever seen. Unfortunately the only ones around were the most irritating annoying “guides” who would not take no from me and I know how to say NO. As the place opened we found ourselves in a vibrant city full of markets selling everything from used shoes to every kind of fish you can imagine. After a typical Moroccan lunch we returned to the beaches, alleyways and tapas of our new favorite Spanish town, Tarifa. We spent the remainder of the day testing out each of the little bars along the beach before sampling some tapas in town.
Next up – The Rock of Gibraltar and the Costa del Sol.