The ´southest´ town in Europe
Trip Start May 23, 2008
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After my much needed recovery sleep, I spent Sunday morning wandering around the streets for a while, checking out the surf shops and thinking about how cheap it is at home. I bumped into Val from the tour in one of the cafes and chatted to him for a bit, then wandered back to the hostel for lunch where i met a girl from Canada who invited me down to the beach with her. The main beach in Tarifa is a huge stretch of golden sand for as far as the eye can see. If you zoom in and look at it on the map you can see how big it is. I ended up falling asleep for a while and when i woke up we wandered out to the end of the point, where there is an old military base. The most spectacular thing about the walk out there is that on one side you have a freezing Atlantic ocean, and on the other side the beautiful warm Mediterránean, not to mention your standing at the southern-most point of Europe and just across the water you can see Africa
We ended up wading out to some rocks and sat out there for a little while taking photos and watching the ferries leaving the port, before walking back to the hostel where i utilised the ´free´ shelf to make some pasta for dinner. Since getting back to Tarifa i have been feeling a little homesick, i think mainly because i was so used to being with a group and not having to worry about where i was going or what i was doing that day, to now be back travelling by myself, made me miss the comforts of home and especially with Larry not working, i feel a little disconnected and lost. Never lonely though, as there is always someone around to talk to. And i am missing my music terribly.
Sunday night i met a few Columbians, Spanish and some other random people, and we sat around in the hostel lounge for a couple of hours before deciding to check out a free show that was on down in the square down the road. As it was a long weekend in Spain, the town had held a fiesta (festival) and the town was full of people travelling down from Barcelona, Madrid etc for a weekend away. On this particular night they had a stage set up and had performers dancing flamenco to spanish guitar and singing. It was so entertaining that when they all decided to go out to a club i stayed back and continued watching
Monday i got up bright and early as i wanted to find someone who could hopefully fix Larry. The first guy i went to wanted to charge me 50 euro, which i decided against as i wanted to shop around and see what other options i had. I found the actual manufacturers store in a side street and they tried to fix him, but to no avail! So now i somehow have to get him sent away to be fixed. I am very sad to have lost him as now i have to pay for Internet again... :(
In the avo i hung out with a couple of the girls from the hostel and we went for a walk west along the coast to part of the old wall that ran around the town, and then further out to an old shack down by the sea. By this time the sun was starting to go down and it was casting the most beautiful light over everything. The day was the clearest that i have seen since being here, and Africa looked so close that you could almost touch it. We did a couple of photo shoots before walking over to the military base (as they hadn´t seen it yet) and then back and hanging out at the hostel for the night
Tuesday i spent my last day hanging around town before having some lunch and then lugging my pack to the bustop to get to Seville. The busride flew by, probably due to the ammount of sleeping that i did, and luckily i had booked a hostel near the bus terminal as it was 42 degrees when i got here at 6pm and didnt like the idea of having to walk too far in the heat!
So now i am in Seville, this was one of the cities that i came through to get to Tarifa from Portugal. It is a stunning city and im glad i chose this hostel as it is very modern, clean, fresh, and has an awesome rooftop terrace which i will no doubt be out on tonight meeting some new people!
I really liked Tarifa, probably because of the relaxed coastal vibe. It was so wierd walking into all the surfing shops and seeing the Quiksilver store and thinking wow, i cant believe that something from back home in Torquay has now got outlets in places like Spain! i felt like asking them for a discount!!! I am in love with the Mediterranean and especially the south here is stunning. The great thing about the hostel there too was that everyone in there was speaking spanish, which i am not used to as most of the hostels up north are filled with aussies and therefore everyone is speaking english, but here its a mix of mostly europeans. in fact, i didnt meet one aussie in the 3 days that i stayed there. No doubt there would have been a couple, but everyone i met was from either Spain, Italy, more northern Europe (Austria, Germany etc), or South America. It was a very welcome change from all the aussies! And nearly all of them spoke english so it wasnt hard for me to talk to them, i even had one girl writing down some of the things i said so she could learn more! And it was kind of interesting listening to them talking in spanish as i could pick up a bit of what they were saying. I am by no means fluent but im definately starting to understand and even say things back! I am definately learning spanish when i get home.