Continued from Tangier Day 1 Part 1.

After a couple hours of rest, we went to the rooftop deck where the bar opens at 4pm. Here’s the resident pet tortoise that roams around here. Watch out, he is a snapping turtle and will try to eat your toes sometimes.

Cool and exotic feel.

The city is relatively clean…except for this empty lot next to our guest house that everyone throws their trash into.

The temperature is just about perfect right now, in the low 70s. It is also incredible bright up here due to the sunlight reflecting off of all the white surfaces.

Reminds me of a mix between Greece and India.

It’s really sunny, the glare is very strong. Squinty RL.

Squinty KL.

RL tricked me into taking my, “best photo yet.”

Mojitos. Kind of an odd choice, but I guess mint is pretty local.

Reminds me of Spain, olives served automatically along with your drinks/food.

Round two.

Time to head down one of the tiny stairs in our guesthouse and hit the streets of Tangier.

Our guesthouse lobby.

These tiny hole in the wall shops can be found randomly all along the alleys selling snacks, drinks and eggs.

KL walks.

KL still walks.

Dinner spot.

Yes!! It’s as delicious as it looks. Yummmm. Our first taste of tajine here in Morocco. I’m sure we’ll be eating much more of this for days to come. The little fried anchovies were also amazing, reminds me of Spain.

Decided to take a little walk after our meal and check out the old city.

Into the small streets of the old city.

Lots of fake goods here.

Finally found it, the tomb of Ibn Battuta…allegedly. He travelled all over Europe and Asia and went as far as China.

The tomb was open and there was a blind man (the care taker of the tomb?) guarding the half opened door. Outside there were a group of kids teasing and messing with the old blind man. I couldn’t actually tell if the kids were being assholes to the old man or if this was just their playing routine where they tease the old man and he raises his cane pretending to hit them.

Alright, it’s been a long time, time to head back to our guest house.

Except we are lost. We keep on coming up to dead ends and having to turn around.

Finally, after one too many dead ends, we decided to take the long way round to the guest house, but a more sure way of getting there.

Into the old kasbah (fortress) walls.

Place de la Kasbah. The Kasbah museum is that big white building in front.

Bab al Bahr, the fortress gate that leads to the ocean side with view of the Strait of Gibraltar.

You can see Spain from here right across the Strait of Gibraltar.

Well, that’s some unexpected sightseeing that we were saving for tomorrow but we are seeing today due to getting lost. Now, time to head back to our guesthouse.

As we were about to reach our guesthouse, we ran into the local resident that helped us find our guesthouse earlier. He told us that this house used to be Jim Morrison’s house…again, allegedly. He also told us that he was 71 years old (he looked more like 51) and a bunch of other “facts”. But he was very jovial and nice to talk to.

Beautiful. Back on our guesthouse top terrace for some drinks and the view. It’s a little chilly, so we are getting our drinks to bring back to our small private balcony.

Haha, we saw these girls (Russians?) earlier on the rooftop taking pictures for social media. Hours later, they’ve changed outfits, but they are still posing all over the place taking tons of photos.

It’s hard to find alcohol here. We’ve only been able to find alcohol at our guesthouse and no where else.

This is perfect, reminds me of our private balcony at our hotel in Barcelona.

I take a photo of my drink.

RL takes a photo of me taking a photo of my drink.

RL’s social media photo, with hair flying around in the wind. It’s a little chilly tonight.

Awesome first day in the books for Morocco.

Just wanted to note that somewhere along the travel day, I had strained a groin muscle on my left leg, somehow. Getting old sucks, hopefully tomorrow it won’t hurt as much.

To be continued in Tangier Day 2.