You can get lost in Tangier very easily. Both in the physical sense and in the emotional. Streets wind in all directions. People and animals intertwine among the crowds. Colors, sounds and scents explode indifferently. An uncontrolled medley of mosaics and mosques, textiles and felines, leather and oranges. Orientating yourself can seem nearly impossible.
This was our layover city. Stopping in to pick up two nice girls from Miami before heading into the depths of our travels. This would be the last time for a good while that we had full control of our surroundings; what we ate; where we slept; who we did these with.