annoying
Thanks to the colleagues that were also that he had not drunk and was fresh as a daisy, I decided to leave at 1:00 a.m. rate path where I arrived at 6 : 00 am, after breakfast reponedor at about 4 am based mainly chocolate bars and Cokes. Rate
Sunrise at Tarifa, on the way to Tangier. short walk along the beach to stretch the joints before breakfast in "The Cream", against the Civil Guard barracks that's always good to be in direct contact with the living forces of the State. At 9 I'm embarking on the "Fast Ferry" boat to Tangier (€ 37.00). Tangier Ramadan is a ghost town, I guess in the medina which is more tourist will be more movement, but in the way of the port to the bus station (La gare de routier) had not a soul, after a little thought is also was very early (2 hours less of difference with Spain) the fact is that I have wandered Tangier only looking for a cafe where breakfast and has been mission impossible, just after 10:00 in the cafeteria of the Hotel Ramada I have breakfast like a man in the buffet at the Hotel.
Arriving at the port of Tangier In view of the "ambientazo" I had searched a direct ticket to Chefchaouen, "cheap, cheap, Paish. Three bus endless hours to travel 100 km, 40 ° C on the verge of dehydration, which if they fail to be enlivened by the beautiful landscape and the Rif had been something like a vacation to hell.
Chefchaouen
Immediately, the bus enters "the motorcycle", which is the type "weight" than as prescribed by my colleague Pepe and if he had been on the car I would have grilled the entry to Chaouen to get a few dirhams in exchange for their invaluable support and cultural guidance during my stay in the city. "The motorcycle" in question and the networks threw a quartet of English, the first time in Chefchaouen, very nice, I accompany Medina, I Abdul, good people, good Moroccan person, not misleading. At this point I discovered my ability to blend into the environment and pass myself off as a native, of course this is easy due to the Moroccan side that I have and that can also go unnoticed in places like Havana or Mexico, another story would do in Moscow Denmark. Total
I was very pleased to see that "the bike" is not Cosco "my English citizenship until I heard the young Catalans, who were surprised by the way it was English, so certainly reassured me that this situation because the song did not give the tourist: shorts and a camera in hand and not open his mouth could easily pass unnoticed and avoid the few local jerks.
But the bus had already been discovered so with his friend Abdul, Abdul good person, I help Antonio to find good place to sleep, cheap, cheap, good place in the medina, near plaza. So there I am in the Hotel Riad Nisrine, very nice, very blue and in the heart of the medina and also cheapie: 200 dirham a double room with lounge and bathroom.
mint tea and couscous at one of the restaurants in the square. I was sitting as God, or Allah, or as well as sit here and was very close to the start I waited for the sun religiously to ask the time that the Moroccans break the Ramadan fasting season. The call to prayer by the muezzin sounds spectacular, the mosque is just opposite the restaurant, next to the kasbah, the candles are lit on the tables and now for the first time I have the feeling of being in another world, a world I only knew by hearsay and cinema.
mint tea, or making magic with boiling water and fresh mint leaves.
- Hi friend, ... English?
- Need something?
- I can give you good chocolate ...
- Thanks, you do not smoke.
- But I give it to you cheap ...
- Ya, thanks but I really do not smoke.
And sourly goes to the front table, roaring to himself something like "Melilla mine", then what the hell are you doing here asshole if you do not smoke. Anyway, to me the "Moor" this sounds like something, I am familiar, I have to re-watch "Get off the Moor" because I think this came from extra in the film.
Hotel Riad Nisrine 
Nightfall on the square in front of the Kasbah
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