Tangier, Morocco

Managed to find our way out of Seville, Spain. Arrived at Algeciras and really struggled to find a parking garage. I think I drove around one traffic circle three times. By this time my nerves have flown off the radar and I guess coffee doesn’t work for me. I was all panicky! We were running out of time. Finally made it to a parking garage and went through a lot of security and customs…several times actually. Ferry was pretty full and after about 90 minutes made it to Africa! Interesting to see people devoted to their prayer ritual while on the ferry ride.
We struggled again to find our way out of the port and ferry. More security. Long story short…we realised we were at the wrong port! It was an industrial port in a different Tangier! We were supposed to be in the tourist port of Tangier which was close to the hotel. That’s why we struggled so much. It was not tourist friendly at all.
We landed in a place on the industrial side of the city which is over an hour away. We scrambled to figure out how we were going to get to the hotel and the real Tangier. We were in Tangier Med.
We were about to admit total defeat and found ourselves surrounded by several taxi drivers. One very friendly man came walking over and had my name on his phone! It was our tour guide’s driver! We had booked a tour of Tangier with him and sent him our itenary and he was kind enough to show up at the correct port and give us a ride to our hotel! I could have hugged this stranger for sure!
I’ll keep the rest of the story short and sweet. We arrived at the hotel and had our first mint tea. At first I thought it reminded me of listerine mouthwash, but after a couple of sips I started enjoying it. A nice end to a stressful day. Ps: Ashley is in love with all the stray cats here 🐈‍⬛Read more