{"id":630,"date":"2007-02-03T15:33:01","date_gmt":"2007-02-03T14:33:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dickonedwards.co.uk\/diary\/index.php\/archive\/tangier-two\/"},"modified":"2007-02-11T23:06:29","modified_gmt":"2007-02-11T22:06:29","slug":"tangier-two","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/archive\/tangier-two\/","title":{"rendered":"Tangier Two"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Am back in Tangier as the travelling companion of Mr MacGowan. Here for a week. This time, we&#8217;re in the El Minzah hotel, which is more Graham Greene than Bill Burroughs. The rooms cost a pricy \u00a3100 a night, but it&#8217;s a plush 1930s affair with immaculate terraces, courtyards, swimming pool, sea views, free wifi (though I have to bring my laptop to the &#8216;Business Room&#8217; on the first floor), staff in fetching fez-topped uniforms, belly dancers in the restaurant, large gardens and indoor fountains, all tasteful rather than tacky.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m not sure if it&#8217;s worth staying here at the El Minzah for the full week. I fear a number of &#8216;deductions&#8217; will be added to the final bill, find some of the staff a little officious and unfriendly, and am all too aware that I must often come across as an idiot monoglottal English tourist asking to be milked for his money (or rather, my host Mr MacGowan&#8217;s money).<\/p>\n<p>Though that&#8217;s the suspicion brought on, probably unfairly, by the infamous &#8216;faux guides&#8217; who approach you on the streets. Even men marked with laminated &#8216;Offical Tourist Guide&#8217;  badges who insist they&#8217;re not hustlers steer you to another man who will get you a taxi, then to a taxi driver, then to a third man who says he is your Official Guide for&#8230; for walking you from the taxi to the hotel, and so on. A man who walked us from the ferry to the taxi asked for 50 euros (\u00a333) as I rummaged through my wallet. What on earth did he expect me to say in return? I gave him 10, he asked for 15. And got it. \u00a310 for five minutes&#8217; work. Well, I was really paying him \u00a310 to leave me alone.<\/p>\n<p>And this was a man with a laminated Official Tourist Guide badge. I&#8217;m getting better at smiling and saying &#8216;sorry, no&#8217;. I&#8217;ve been here before: I should know what to expect. But when you&#8217;ve just walked off a ferry after two hours of being thrown about on the sea, you do feel rather fragile and off your guard.<br \/>\nMaybe some of these gentlemen are indeed Official Guides. But I just want to be left alone until I actually need help.<\/p>\n<p>The ferry crossing from Algeciras was an unusually rough ride. We were caught in a storm, and the horizon line through the windows dipped in and out of view with nauseous rapidity. During the journey, you have to get your passport stamped by a police officer, who commandeers a table in the corner of the cafe. The pitching and tossing of the ship didn&#8217;t bother him in the slightest, calmly working away and stamping the pages while his queue of passengers held onto columns and rails for dear life.<br \/>\n&#8220;More like the Irish Sea than the Med&#8221; says Mr MacG.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Am back in Tangier as the travelling companion of Mr MacGowan. Here for a week. 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