Monday, 5/6. Boat to Tangier. Do customs on board. Met guide, who was nice but sadly lacking in guide skills. Spent too much time chatting up acquaintances along the way.
I’ve been twice before, so the point was to get Yoriko onto Africa. Then onto a camel. Short 50 yard ride, but the photo exists for eternity. Walking through the medina was a thrill. Lunch was so-so. Companions learned that beer is not normally available in Muslim restaurants. Yoriko and I visited one of the oldest hotel bars in the city and had wine.
Neither of us bought much. A scarf. Oddly, it was not the first day of Ramadan for Morocco, though it was for the rest of the Islamic world. Morocco has some literal interpretation of the Koran which requires that the moon must be seen. Computer predictions are ignored. It was clear that many in Tangier disregarded the state, as a lot more Moroccans than normal were wearing traditional Arab clothing.
On our return Yoriko celebrated with a plate full of mussels. Not many photos.
Our guide. 
