Tangiers
Quite a few people together on the ferry going over to Tangiers. Cool couple Mace (NZ) and Amanda (Aus). They've been cracking us up with stories of Mace's Diabetic nightmares (he's type A so qyite serious if he goes too low on insulin) - force-feeding him Mar's Bars etc.... Also Rachael, who is from Brisbane - very nice girl. A few more kiwi's, lots of Aussies and a few Canadians.
Get off the boat and walked the 300m to the Marco Polo office where they'd told us to go. They arranged taxis for us to the hotel - the only night we stay at a hotel for this trip. 5 of us crammed into a taxi for three, plus packs, for a fairly crazy ride through the streets of Tangier. Lots of noise and dust and very hot.
Rooming with Rachael which I am happy about. Spent the afternoon lazing by the pool and waiting for the 6pm meeting when we meet our group leader and driver.
6pm rolled around and we all met in the hotel lobby for our first group meeting. Our leader is Rachel (another Rachel - there were two Laurens, two Rachels and two Angela's in the group of 21 of us - very confusing!!).
Rachel took us through the lowdown for the week and we also met Brendan, the driver, a 26 year old hard-core guy from Perth. We filled in all the necessary forms and produced confirmation of insurance. The trip, as we'd been told, was a camping trip and we would all be put into groups to do the chores - water, cooking, dishes and truck clean.
A fairly sleepless night on beds that I think were specially imported from a Communist Russian hotel and up early for breakfast the next morning at the truck.
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