I made it back to Europe. I spent only around a day in Fes...it was a fascinating city, but I had to get back to Spain. I shared the copartment in the train with a very nice Moroccan family who shared some snacks with me and tried to communicate in Arabic and French.
I was really surprised to see how different - and green - northern Morocco was from the South. Tangier was a pretty cool city, but nothing like Marrakech and Fes. It was very modern. I caught a ferry across the Strait of Gibraltar around 9pm which took 35 minutes to get to Spain. Spain is two hours ahead of Morocco, so all of a sudden it was 11:35pm and I had nowhere to stay.
I took the free ferry company bus from Tarifa to Algeciras and headed toward the street my guidebook said had cheap hostels and hotels. I instantly found one that didn´t look too disturbing and for 15 euros decided to just do it and get some sleep before my early morning train to the North.
In the morning, I put all my valuables in my pocket, locked my door and went to take a shower. When I got back from my shower, my door was wide open. Nothing was missing, cause it was all in my pockets. Which is good for everyone, because I would have hated to start the day with a Spanish butt-kicking.
The train ride to Madrid was beautiful but unfortunately I had to wait like 7 hours to connect to Barcelona.
Also unfortunate is the fact that my Internet time is up.
Until next time...ciao.
About Me
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- Kevin J Knight
- Cambridge, MA
- I am a second-year MBA student at MIT's Sloan School of Management. I'm a huge fan of scallops, cherries, julmust and dark chocolate and enjoy making homemade strained yogurt.
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So get this...I am riding my scooter to work the other day and my route takes me down 3900 S from 2700 E. I just turned right on 3900 S and I am heading west when I see this bird on my right side flying in the air toward me. It was flying at an altidude equal to that of the telephone wires probably going in for a landing. Then, out of nowhere it hits the wire and goes twirling and swirling down to the ground landing in a motionless heap right next to me as I speed by. I saw a bird die in flight and now I know that there are definitely dead birds lying aroung on the ground out there. I feel very fortunate that I was able to witness the miracle of death that day. What a blessing!
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