My first time travelling as a backpacker through Morocco (and making friends!)
Morocco is overwhelming. When I got off the ferry from Tarifa in Spain to Tangier I entered a different world. Morocco! I am now in a world where women and men wear shawls and traditional clothing. A world with white houses, the beach, mosques, beautiful old towers, stone walls, little shops and markets with interesting food, a labyrinth of cobblestone alleys and many people talking to me. Mostly welcoming people, who want to invite me to their restaurants or to give me their phone numbers in case I needed help. There are lots of cafes, bakeries, shops, hotels accompanied by a hectic chaos with taxis and their drivers. A young man, maybe 17 shows me the way to the hostel. I was not sure if he expects money in exchange or if he is simply friendly. Tired of my long way by bus and ferry after a night without sleep, I was just thankful that the boy helped me through the confusing little streets and corners of the foreign country. This is th