Assilah

From Spain we decided to head back to the Moroccan coastline. From the border of Spain we travelled by grand taxi to Tangier which is always comical. They charge you double the price of the others in the cab simply because you are a tourist and then cram four people in the back and two grown men on the front seat. There you stay, unable to move an inch until you reach your destination, "inshalla" (God willing!). We often laugh at how they say inshalla about everything! Really it is the most relative term I have heard as everything happens indeed, God willing! For example: we will arrive to our destination inshalla, I will find a husband inshalla (this is what the women say when they find out I'm 30 and single!), or even I will go to the bathroom inshalla!! I love it.

From Tangier we take a bus to Assilah. Amazing how these travel days suck all your energy from you. Eight hours of traveling, sorting out taxis, tickets, buses, finding food, paying off husslers who help you find the bus despite your best protests, finding accommodation while walking aimlessly through a new town with a 22 kilo backpack on your back! All for the love of travel. Aaron can attest that even with these challenges I always remain calm and good natured! Lol! We did find a really nice hostel in Assilah and sat down to enjoy Spanish food (huge Spanish influence here as it has gone back and forth between Spain and Morocco) like paella!

Assilah was a great city but a product of us being a little full of beach life and perhaps of morocco itself. We spent two days here and enjoyed a long hike to paradise beach which lived up to it's name despite the weather being overcast.