We took a late flight from Lisbon to Tangier, arriving around midnight. It was my first experience with Ryan Air, and let’s just say, you get what you pay for. At the time we were supposed to be taking off, the plane hadn’t arrived.
So we got to Morocco late, and with no sign of our guide/driver. We tried texting him, calling him. Nothing.
It was one of the few scary moments of the trip – after midnight, in a city where we knew nobody and nothing.
Eventually, he messaged us on WhatsApp—he’d been talking to a friend to stay awake and lost track of time.
He took us through the city to a hotel. Tangier at night is very neon, with signs blinking in French, Spanish, and Arabic, and young men speeding between lanes of traffic on motorcycles.
The hotel was beautiful, but we were too tired and disoriented to process very much. I had trouble falling asleep, though, and found myself sitting on the balcony, staring over the strange city for a long time.
In the morning, the world transformed, and I fell head over heels in love with this gorgeous country.
The breezes blowing off the Mediterranean felt like adventure. A whole continent I’ve never set foot on! Seeing the world from a different angle!
A smashed-together blend of ancient and modern, greenery bursting from the concrete seams.
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