TANGIER, MOROCCO -- April 20, 2006I take an afternoon bus from Chefchaouen to Tetoan, and on to Tangier, the busy, less-than-scenic port from where I will catch my ferry on to Tarifa, Spain tomorrow morning. My last night in Morocco is not without hassles. Everywhere, people want to sell you hashish. Maybe I'm finally ready to leave this country, but I feel I'm seeing Morocco with jaded eyes. The novelty seems to have worn off, at least in this crummy town. The streets are smelly, the people uncultured (one man stepped into the sidewalk to empty the contents of his nose right on the pavement), and everything is so dirty. My 9AM ferry couldn't be soon enough. Spain, here I come!
~Melanie
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