Overnight train ride sleeping in a compartment with three temporarily new Arabian mates. What felt like a blink, me and da booiizzzz made it to Tangier.

What’s in Tangier you ask? The Rochasaurus-Rex and a bunch of good times. The Scallywag planned to meet a neighbour of his as they were both exploring Morocco.

This Suitcaser had booked a hostel in the middle of a souk. Upon arrival, he decided that he had enough of hostels and that this one wasn’t what he had hoped it to be. He had a sook. A mixture of the Wizard of Aus having been the worlds biggest tight ass some days during his adventure combined with a much cheaper standard of living in Morocco, the Scallywag checked himself into a four star.

With a view right over the beach, a room to himself, a bathroom that wasn’t tinea infested and a big ol comfortable queen bed, it was definitely money well spent. Cheers to my budget for hooking me up.

Only 11kms between the most northern point of morocco and the most southern tip of Spain, the Rochasaurus-Rex and the Big Bad Wolf found themselves in a cafe staring at Gibraltar.

It’s bizarre how life turns out. If my best mate didn’t move out from next door a few years ago, Rochasaurus and his family wouldn’t have moved in and then out. I would never have met him and therefore would never have been to the magnificent city of Tangier.

The sun beaming at a constant mid thirty degree burn, Rochasaurus and the Scallywag found themselves mingling with the locals, having met some of the most kind-hearted people to walk the Earth.

For reasons you can enquire personally about, I cannot write about everything I did in Tangier. There are people I met and faces I’ll never forget that have to stay confidential. You’ll understand why this blog has to stay private and boring in time. When it’s appropriate, I’ll write this post fully and include all of my stories. Hopefully the photographs are fun enough for you! Thanks for understanding.