The next day felt like I was in Star Wars IV. We walked out, saw the hot sun on the sand and were attacked by a Jawa!
Actually he didn’t really attack us. But at first we were kind of scared because he sat by us at the ATM as we pulled out money. But, as a general rule, Tangerians are VERY nice to foreigners. It was amazing how many people on the first day were looking out for us. The first night that we came in we had to sit outside for a bit. Why? You ask. Well, just to add to the shadiness of the deal we only reserved 2 hotel rooms for 2 people each. So, to avoid suspicion we only went to our rooms in groups of two. So as we were waiting to go back in we went and sat on the beach right in front of the hotel and Kyte pulled out her laptop to show something to someone and a guy came up to us and struggled with his very broken English/Spanish to warn us that, while most Moroccans are good, there are a few that try to hurt people so we needed to be very careful. So anyways, we weren’t too worried about the stray jawa and went on our way through the shops of Tangier.
Ladies, you’ll have to get in line and take turns with Andrew. He’s so hot right now.
Another store owner, where we bought our “jawa robes” told us how he used to have 3-4 monkeys but Americans had bought all of them to take back home as pets. They did have a few lizards left.
Garrett got the best one and then Andrew got 2nd pick and so mine was kind of lame. But it was good enough for a picture.
The one I bought was a lot better though. Don’t worry. The guys who sold them to us became our best friends ever.
We had a delicious fruit salad for lunch.
I never really had fruit salad until my mission but everytime that I did a certain song passed through my head. “Fruit Salad! Yummy Yummy! First Step: peel your banana. Second Step: toss in some grapes…” Ahh, memories. Here is another example of the nicest people ever. We took a pic here.
And then this kid jumped in and it was funny.
But then he started asking us for money. He wouldn’t quit until a complete stranger noticed us from across the street and went out of his way to tell the kid to go away. I was really impressed by the way they treated us. And that type of stuff happened all day. There was a pretty darn cool Mosque.
Sometimes the Jawas were actually really nice.
We got directions.
We wandered around the city a bunch and just soaked everything in. We stopped at this little field and relaxed in the shade a bit and saw the coolest little kids ever.
For sure the best thing was the people. We met a cab driver who arranged to take us to the top of the hill and to the Hercules cave the next day and he seemed cool enough. He agreed to 35 Durham and we were kind of confused on how that would work but didn’t really care. On the way back we asked this kid for directions but he didn’t speak Spanish. Only French. He was so nice though and spent a really long time struggling to communicate with us.
We made our way eventually back to the Cannon Plaza and saw our favorite little kid again.
I let him use my camera to take pictures and he had so much fun with it.
Here is a very candid shot that he took.
When I finally left his side for a group picture he kind of struggled.
Someone got a good one though.
We walked past a place that seemed very fitting for a group from Alcala.
We stopped at a music store where people bought turtle guitars and such and I randomly asked about a violin and the guy told me he had one for 400 Durham. I was all over that and planned on coming back for it.
Look how beautiful the city is at sunset.
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