Good Friday, April 7. Docked in Tangier. 23 C. A bit windy in the harbour area. Day 94, 34 to go.
We Four walked off around 10:00 and took the shuttle into an older part of the city. Easy and pleasant strolling in a bit of a maze of streets with interesting shops with a great deal of variety in their offerings, mostly for domestic consumers
We strolled through a small local Souk of produce, vegetables, fruits, meats, chicken and lastly seafoods, all not vast but nice to see it on a smaller scale.
Fellette took a dress shoe in that had a sole flapping at the toe. We got that fixed while we waited. The shoe maker did not speak a word of English. Communicating the price was impossible and we had no Moroccan money at all and only Euro bills and he did not wants US dollars, the smallest Euro I had was a five Euro note so I gave it to him. He was vastly overpaid. A fun experience and Fellette is delighted to have that shoe fixed for the duration and the man was happy as a clam.
We then located a Restaurant where we could get recharged. A quarter chicken with chips, eggplant and cold rice with a Fanta, each: U$12.00, total. The ship beckoned and soon we were in what we call home, and peace and quiet. My feet took a bit of a beating on some ancient cobblestones and uneven footing. A pain pill helps.
This is the very last Port Africa. Tonight we move our clocks forward two hours: the first time we have experienced that. Early to bed tonight for sure. Tomorrow is Malaga Spain, then Cadiz, then Lisbon our only port in Portugal, then finally we get a sea day after five port days in a row. [Fun, but tiring.]
I was in this port 63 years ago when trekking around Europe and touched in Northern Morocco. Also Malaga which I would like to wander at leisure for a short time tomorrow on my sentimental day there.
A Good Day…
Interesting and beautiful doorways, usually entrance to a residential compound.
A little shop like this can be a lifetime source of income for the owner.
Hardware.
Another.
Easy to get lost in here.
Fresh meat, not too many flies.
Finding a place to eat during Ramadan is difficult, at noon.
Cool painting I thought.
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