Tangier, Morocco is just across the Straits of Gibraltar from Spain, so I took a ferry day trip. It was my first time on the African continent, in a an Arabic-speaking country, and in a Muslim country too. I was hoping that proximity to Europe would make for an easy intro to all of these, but this was by far the worst day of my trip.
I had read about the pushy "guides" looking for money, but I was unprepared for the reality of constant harassment. I never felt threatened, exactly, but I also couldn't find a moment of peace. Followed, more than once. No escape. Panic. Maybe this is a cultural thing but it's as if they were handed a script on "how to drive Joel completely insane". Certainly some people can handle this experience, and maybe even have a wonderful time. But that's not me. I won't be back.
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