We have made it to Europe - hurrah. It was a long awaited , exciting arrival which required a train, a ferry, a bus AND a tram to get us to Oasis Palace Sevilla - in beautiful Seville.
Fes was a bit disappointing. There were some good sites and our hostel was pretty but we took a tour of the medina with the hostel and our guide clearly didn't give a shit about what we experienced. Every stop included a sales pitch from someone so while it was amazing to see 1100 year old tanneries and learn about traditional medicines and carpet making, then having leather, spices and carpets aggressively sold to you is a little off-putting. I wouldn't discourage anyone from going to Morocco, but we both found it tiring to put up with the non-stop sales pitches and people trying to rip you off. We decided to just take Saturday morning off and chill out before going to Tangier
Taxi to the train station, train (very hot and sticky and uncomfortable) to Tangier where we found a random cheap hotel near the port. It was worn but clean and it did the trick - much like Tangier which was more open and less smelly than Fes so thumbs up there. We got the 8am ferry to Tarifa, which really left at 8.30 and was so rough kids were crying and lots of people were being sick. Through focus and staunchness Peggy and I did not fall into either of those categories but we were horridly uncomfortable. Bus to Algeciras, bus to Seville, tram to Plaza near hostel, walk to hostel, cue collapse.
We have two nights here, and we're trying to figure out how to best spend the next 15 days. Seville is beautiful so we're going to go for an evening walk and then do some research about where we want to go next.
Fes was a bit disappointing. There were some good sites and our hostel was pretty but we took a tour of the medina with the hostel and our guide clearly didn't give a shit about what we experienced. Every stop included a sales pitch from someone so while it was amazing to see 1100 year old tanneries and learn about traditional medicines and carpet making, then having leather, spices and carpets aggressively sold to you is a little off-putting. I wouldn't discourage anyone from going to Morocco, but we both found it tiring to put up with the non-stop sales pitches and people trying to rip you off. We decided to just take Saturday morning off and chill out before going to Tangier
Taxi to the train station, train (very hot and sticky and uncomfortable) to Tangier where we found a random cheap hotel near the port. It was worn but clean and it did the trick - much like Tangier which was more open and less smelly than Fes so thumbs up there. We got the 8am ferry to Tarifa, which really left at 8.30 and was so rough kids were crying and lots of people were being sick. Through focus and staunchness Peggy and I did not fall into either of those categories but we were horridly uncomfortable. Bus to Algeciras, bus to Seville, tram to Plaza near hostel, walk to hostel, cue collapse.
We have two nights here, and we're trying to figure out how to best spend the next 15 days. Seville is beautiful so we're going to go for an evening walk and then do some research about where we want to go next.
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