Drove from Centa to Tangier by way of Tan-tan. Interesting drive as we passed through areas that had had a lot of rain. In this region the women wear red and white candy striped material. We found the Hotel Maroc in Tangiers without any trouble. It is a nice hotel. Got settled and went exploring. We headed for the old city, the market and the Sultan's Palace. We were approached by many people wanting to guide us through the Kasbah of the old city and show us their brother’s shop. There you can buy everything you can imagine including Morrocan leather goods and metal work. We’d never seen so many things we wanted to buy and never so many people with missing limbs and eyes. To buy something you have to barter. The rules are that you ask the price of something and then say it’s too much. Then they ask how much you will pay and you counter. Eventually a sale is made or you just walk away. After wandering for hours we finally found our way out and went to the American consulate to get some information. From there we went back to the hotel and had dinner at 8pm. First we had a delicious soup call Harira, then couscous which is made with semolina (ground wheat rolled in egg – very fine, small and round - as a base. On top of that was chicken with garbanzo beans and what looked like fried onions but wasn’t. For dessert we had Chebakia, a deep fried and sugar glazed pastry. To top it all off, we had Moroccan tea – a wonderful, very sweet, mint tea.
A daily diary of a journey in 1962. Please post comments about where you were then on the Background page.
1962 was pivotal. This is the background:
It was a year colored by the Cuban Missile Crisis, an escalating involvement in Vietnam, the Berlin Wall and the Cold War with Russia, Civil Rights issues, a nascent space program, Nelson Mandela in prison, Betty Friedan's, The Feminist Mystique, the Beatles, Rolling Stones and the death of Marilyn Monroe.