Interzone

We arrived into the Port of Tangier yesterday afternoon ready to be greated by the "touts", but ended up with little hastle in a taxi on our way to the hotel.

A little more hassle as we attempted to check out the medina and kasbah. A few hustlers tying to sell us wallets for 50p, 'lovely' suits for Tom, as well as kids running after us yelling 'sex'.

As has been reported by many recent visitors to this once International Zone - it was until Morrocco gained its independence - Tangier is not held on to its former glory. Gone are the glamerous days of the 1930s, the cool beat scene, and the hippie drug dens. It is a pretty uninteresting place with q few too many scam artitsts. Although, building is quite visible, so the government must be working hard to change things.

Despite this, we have felt completely save, and feel that this has been a good introduction to Morocco. We know that things will just be getting better from here because we just booked our tickets for the noontime bus to Chefchaoen, a town in the Rif Montains known for its beauty, artisans and peaceful surroundings.

No pictures yet, but I promice soon.