12 December ’05, Monday.
We loaded “Bumble Bee” back up this morning and drove into Tarifa, which is the furthest south you can get in all of Europe. I could hardly believe that until I checked out our chart of Europe. Sure enough, you can’t go further south than this… Our first stop was to see if it was still possible to take a “Day Trip” by ferry to Tangier from Tarifa. Well, we found that not only was it possible, but easy, so we bought our tickets. We will board the high speed ferry to Tangier about 11 in the morning and find our “guide” in Tangier. The package deal is fast ferry to Tangier, guided English speaking tour by bus, lunch, and return by fast ferry about 7 the same day. Just enough time, although we wish we would have checked this out earlier, because there is a 6 day tour that we both would have liked to take. The only problem with that, it only leaves on a Sunday morning. If we wait around till next Sunday, we will be getting back on Christmas Eve, and that just wont work for us this time. Getting the tickets taken care of, we went looking for an internet café. Finding one, we took care of the emails and tried to up-load to the web. Unfortunately, the systems were so slow it just wouldn’t get the job done… Now to find the next one and we’ll hope for a better system. Tarifa has a population of about 10,000 people, buildings are all white washed, has a small castle surrounded by a wall, and sits right at the edge of the Atlantic. The village is very much like so many we have seen lately, as the streets are no more than little passageways that run in a pattern that takes years to understand. There is a small market within the walls, 4 or 5 churches, and many businesses and plazas. We found one of those plazas when we were looking for lunch. Sitting there kind of reminded us of sitting in any number of small villages in Mexico and having lunch. The warmth of the sun (about 70 degrees today), the sea, and of course the similar language. While in town this morning, we ran into a guy from Great Britain we had met in Seville. He was telling us about the campground that they had found and how much they enjoyed it. As it turns out, it was the same one that Bruce and Peg had stayed at when they were here 5 years ago. Well, we had to try it out too, so here we are. We will be here for at least 2 or maybe 3 days and then head to Gibraltar. Until then…tomorrow, Tangier
We loaded “Bumble Bee” back up this morning and drove into Tarifa, which is the furthest south you can get in all of Europe. I could hardly believe that until I checked out our chart of Europe. Sure enough, you can’t go further south than this… Our first stop was to see if it was still possible to take a “Day Trip” by ferry to Tangier from Tarifa. Well, we found that not only was it possible, but easy, so we bought our tickets. We will board the high speed ferry to Tangier about 11 in the morning and find our “guide” in Tangier. The package deal is fast ferry to Tangier, guided English speaking tour by bus, lunch, and return by fast ferry about 7 the same day. Just enough time, although we wish we would have checked this out earlier, because there is a 6 day tour that we both would have liked to take. The only problem with that, it only leaves on a Sunday morning. If we wait around till next Sunday, we will be getting back on Christmas Eve, and that just wont work for us this time. Getting the tickets taken care of, we went looking for an internet café. Finding one, we took care of the emails and tried to up-load to the web. Unfortunately, the systems were so slow it just wouldn’t get the job done… Now to find the next one and we’ll hope for a better system. Tarifa has a population of about 10,000 people, buildings are all white washed, has a small castle surrounded by a wall, and sits right at the edge of the Atlantic. The village is very much like so many we have seen lately, as the streets are no more than little passageways that run in a pattern that takes years to understand. There is a small market within the walls, 4 or 5 churches, and many businesses and plazas. We found one of those plazas when we were looking for lunch. Sitting there kind of reminded us of sitting in any number of small villages in Mexico and having lunch. The warmth of the sun (about 70 degrees today), the sea, and of course the similar language. While in town this morning, we ran into a guy from Great Britain we had met in Seville. He was telling us about the campground that they had found and how much they enjoyed it. As it turns out, it was the same one that Bruce and Peg had stayed at when they were here 5 years ago. Well, we had to try it out too, so here we are. We will be here for at least 2 or maybe 3 days and then head to Gibraltar. Until then…tomorrow, Tangier