End of Morocco

After we left Tetuán on Saturday we went to Tangier and checked into our hotel, which was just as nice as the first. Our rooms had sliding glass doors that opened to a courtyard with a pool, but unfortunately the pool was closed for the winter.

After checking in and getting settled we went to a "fantasy dinner" where we saw a belly dancer, a (awful) magician, some acrobatic children and another guy who danced with a tray of candles on his head. We sat at a table with a bunch of British girls who were on our trip with us. Dinner consisted of some kind of kous kous.

After dinner we went back to the hotel and everybody got ready for the "private party in the club." Our tourgroup, We Love Spain, caters especially to college students and I guess they assume that every college student wants to drink and party. I thought it was pretty stupid, especially since Muslims don't drink. It was in no way demonstrating the culture.

The next morning we woke up, had breakfast in the hotel and hopped on the bus once more. We were supposed to go to Tangier, but apparently there were threats of protest and the We Love Spain people, who were in touch with the Moroccan travel people, thought it wouldn't be a good idea, just to be safe. Morocco hasn't had nearly as many protests as Liberia and other Muslim countries. Generally they really like their king, they just want a few things reformed. Es decir, they don't want to overthrow their government, just change it a little. They would like a monarchy more like the UK.

Instead of going to Tangier we got a bus tour of some rolling countryside as we ascended a mountain. We drove along the coast with beautiful views of the spot where the Atlantic Ocean meets the Mediterranean.

The most exciting part of the day is when we stopped and rode camels.

The camel standing up was a little bit scary

We also stopped at the Cave of Hercules, which is thought to have been the home of Hercules who founded Tangier and made the Straits of Gibraltar with one blow from his sword. The cave had an opening to the sea, where you could stand and watch the waves crash in. Reminded me of the horcrux cave in Harry Potter.


After seeing the cave, we headed back to Ceuta and rode the ferry back to Spain.