Tangier is that point on the north of Morocco where you can see Spain across the 15 kilometer straight of Gerbralter and Europe to the north. It is a port city built on a hill ovcer looking a large bay that spweeps south and east along the Medterainan/Atlantic coastline. The old Madena contrasts with the newville town with its bankc and fine office buildings. The American Deligation insde the Madena walls houses a nice museum and reminds yiou that Morocco was the first country to recognize the US after independance from Britan. I can only speculate but the British destroyed Tangier before leaving and it may be that there was a little stick it in your ear England on the part of Morocco when it set out its decloration. There is also a wondeful story about a gift of two lions by the sultan to the president of the US.
Heading north on the train was a relaxing ride, for the first hour, then a woman and her baby arrived. I should say screaming baby. Two stops more and a man got on with a three year old girl and life got miserable. I have a fictional story to write about this later. Needless to say I found a seat in another compartment that was quieter and offered some relief from two undisciplined parents and their monstorous kids. Where is the supper nanny when you need her?
A change of train in Casablanca and off to the north
Turning in the car was a relief and put me back to walking and getting oriented to a new city. As was the case in most of the large centers there is the new and the madena the old. Each has its charm, each has its distractions. Potable water seems to get everywhere and sewer systems seem to collect the waste. What I couldn´t ascertain was how the sewage was treated at the other end. I supose this interest comes from the fact that my dad built sewer plants most of his carrier and having visited too many places where the beaches and rivers are unusable I am curious.
The second half of the journey had the added stress of having to turn in the car by noon. The pass turned out to be as challenging as yesterday and about the same distance. I made the dead line, no marks on the car, no tickets although twice I was stopped which took some delicate conversation to avoid a ticket. Leaving Ouarzazate there are two big sound stages and a 500 acre film studio. Unfortunately I did not have two hours to do the tour.
This was a miss calculation in terms of laying out the drive from Merzouga to Marrakesh. I had planned to stay another day in Merzouga but everyone said it was too far to drive in one day. They were right and I was glad that I broke the trip in to two parts. There are two monstourous passes to cross and after the first one I was ready for a little rest. Beautiful country. These passes were as challenging as the road to Katmandu many years ago, but this time I was driving.
I capured as much sound and video along with several hundred photos to augment my film. I said good bye to my PC friend and headed North and then turned south towards the main road and the desert. I met up with my ¨friends¨ one Morocan one Spanard who offered to guide me to my hotel in the Oasis at the end of the road. We arrived late in the day and watched a full moon creep up over the 300 foot sand dune in the distance.
finished filming tried to transfer all files to DVD but problem with French/Aribic keyboard and aincient computer decided to leave alone on memory cards