We spent our last night in Morocco in the bustling port city of Tangier. To celebrate the last we see of tagines, we treated ourselves to a thai dinner. Although its tomyam was a little bit strange and the green curry very strange, we were quite impressed with Tangier, which has many stately James Bond-esque old buildings left over from its colonial past, but is also buzzing with energy and promise, as evident in its new humongous port and soon-to-be-built giant marina.
We caught a ferry to Algeceiras, Spain the next morning, which turned out to be a ferry / cargo ship / cruise liner. The journey across the Straits of Gibraltar on the Balearia (which has a swimming pool on its upper deck) lasted just over an hour, significantly less than the time spent waiting to board (while the trailers were being loaded into the cargo). Another four hour bus ride later, and we were in Granada!
The website of the Rambutan hostel provides detailed directions on how to get there. However, these detailed directions are not very clear. Anyway, two bus rides, a long walk, and a bit of arguing later, we finally got there. It was worth it though, as the Rambutan sits on a hill overlooking the Alhambra in an area called Sacramonte, and just 10 minutes walk to the city. Hippies live in caves behind the hostel.
As luck would have it, we arrived in time for the start of the week-long parade leading up to Easter Sunday (Easter is celebrated in a big way here – schools are off for a week). It was spectacular!
We managed to get tickets for the Alhambra after queuing up for an hour at seven this morning (not as long as the queue for Nasi Kandar Beratur, but hopefully more worthwhile). Then we’re taking the night train to Barcelona.