Fez to Tangier

Tangier ocean front

Easy-peasy. We drove the car to the Fes train station to meet the man who would take the car from us. The agent in Marrakesh had said "Just go to the station. He'll find you." I was my usual pessimistic self. But there he was, waving us down before I could even pull over to the side of the road. He was very serious and weary. Before he left he pulled Ian's reflector from a bag (Ian hadn't realized he'd misplaced it) and he requested a "large gift" from us so he could eat something on the journey back to Fes. He seemed happy with 30 dh.

The cab driver in Tangier got us a little worried when he started talking about the time - something about the time changing. Daylight saving time! The only reason it was important was that we had a ferry the next day. Good ol' iPhone to the rescue! Morocco, Spain and England were all different.

Tangier - sort of falling apart and being restored at the same time. Walking through either what looks like a bomb site or a construction site. 

The area called the Grand Socco was very nice with an outstanding sidewalk fruit and veg market. Later we walked through an indoor market that was even better. Hence all the beautiful green hills between Fes and Tangier. Stuff grows!

 

We walked through St Andrews Church graveyard. There were seven or eight new headstones for RAF and RCAF bomber crew who were shot down near Tangier during WW2. After the graveyard we went to the Socco (plaza) to have coffee and watch the passing crowd. 

Three nuns in Mother Teresa garb walked by on their way to a service.

Ian went to the beach in the rain and saw boys playing soccer.