Day 5-6: Madrid, Spain (San Isidro Bullfights) and Tangier, Morocco
from Photographs of Europe, May-June 2002 by Tim Darling
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Wednesday, May 22 - Madrid, Spain (The San Isidro Bullfights)
Back in Madrid I tried to get an overnight train to Granada but they had been stopped a
couple months earlier. I wanted an overnight train so I wouldn't have to worry about
finding a place to sleep so I got a train that left at 11 to Algeciras, which is across the
Strait of Gibraltar from Tangier, Morocco.
I headed to the east side of the city to the Plaza des Toros and bought a ticket to that
night's bullfight from a scalper (the tickets were otherwise sold out). You might ask, do
bullfights still sell out every night because the Spanish go, or because tourists go and then
return home in horror about how brutal they are and how no one should ever go to see
them? But, no, the Spanish love their bullfights.
The fights last about two hours and about six bulls are killed. The bull comes out and
four or five 'minor league' matadors taunt it with yellow and pink flags. They have a
wall they run behind when it chases after them. Then two men on padded horses come
out and two other men stick eight pointed sticks into its shoulders to weaken it. The bull
charges the horses and their riders jab it with a long pointed stick. When the bull is
sufficiently weak, they leave and the matador comes out with a red flag. He taunts the
bull for a while and then plunges a sword through a soft spot between its shoulders. The
bull coughs blood and then collapses and is dragged away by horses. The exact same
thing happens five more times. The seats are concrete steps and the men smoke cigars
and everyone passes around bags of sunflower seeds. Personally, I think animals should
be respected and the killing of them (preferably to be eaten, which these bulls are not),
should be done with as disciplinedly, painlessly, and respectfully as possible. (I don't
disagree with eating meat, though I don't myself, except when I accidentally mistranslate
something on a Spanish menu).
But I must say this about the people of Madrid: twice while I was there, I saw two people
give up their seats for older ladies and once a guy a gave up his seat for a blind man. In
fifteen years of riding the DC Metro, I can't ever remember seeing someone give up their
seat for someone else.
On the night train to Algeciras (Al-jeh-seers) , I shared a small compartment with five
other guys on pull down cots. I met some Americans in the next compartment over.
Four of them were from UC Davis, studying in France and spending a week in Morocco.
The two girls at the top were from Lafayette College in Pennsylvania, studying in
Brussels, and spending a week in Spain, including this trip to the Rock of Gibraltar. One
of the guys was reading Don Quixote.
Thursday, May 23 - Tangier, Morocco
The next morning I talked to one of the girls from Pennsylvania, a fellow vegetarian,
Kristin, as we stood in the aisles of the train, watching the green and rocky scenery of the
last hour of our trip passing outside the window. She said she and her friend went to
Barcelona and I mentioned that I wanted to see Snowflake, the white gorilla, there. She
said she doesn't go to zoos but loves gorillas. They were going to Gibraltar to see the
monkeys. She explained how she believed we evolved from monkeys in Africa and then,
when it got too crowded, came over to Europe. I asked her if she believed in God or
heaven (she didn't) and I asked her if she found death depressing because of that. "No, I
think we're all made of energy and everything has energy and when we die our energy
just gets shared back with the Earth. Anyway, it makes life seem more precious..." We
said goodbye at the train station. They went to see their monkees and I went to see
Photo: windmills on the southern tip of Europe, along the windy Strait of Gibraltar
Tangier (Tanger) ('Tan-jeer' / 'Tan-ja' to the locals) is very different from Europe. I got off the
two hour boat ride and was swarmed by a number of men trying to befriend me and take
me on a tour of the city. I said 'non, merci' and all but two of them had left me alone by
the time I got to the start of the broken buildings and swerves of the stone and dirt streets
that make up the city. (It's funny to go as far from France as you can through Spain and
then - voila! - find people speaking French again).
The two guys who didn't leave had a nice good cop/ bad cop routine going- the taller one
kept calling me a racist for ignoring him: "this is Maroc, not Afghanistan" (they were of
Arabic descent). The shorter one, Ahmed (he pronounced his name 'Achmed' to me),
who was missing a few teeth but spoke
perfect English, said "stay with me, it is better to be hassled by one mosquito than by
thousands of them". The taller one eventually stopped at the bottom of some stairs on a
hill and yelled up after me, "fucker! I'm gonna get my niggers.." to beat me up because I
was obviously a racist and then he left, supposedly to go get them. I thought, this is
great, I've been in Africa, what, ten minutes now? So I gave in and asked Ahmed, "OK,
how much?" He said $10 for an hour and then took me around the narrow dirt and
broken tile streets that were too small for cars to their Kasbah/castle.
Ahmed took me to a wall on the side of the kasbah that overlooked the
Strait. You could just see the mountains of Spain far in the distance.
He told me how many of his fellow Moroccans died every year trying
to cross it in makeshift rafts. He said many of them did it to
smuggle drugs but often they'd make the trip just to get to Europe in
hopes of a better life. It was a sad story and it obviously affected him.
We passed his taller friend again in an alley standing around a car with three friends but
they didn't say anything.
He then took me to his friend the rug dealer (he called the rug store an 'art school') for a
presentation of their rugs in an upstairs room (a group of tour bus tourists were clumped
nervously in the ground floor together). The man there gave me mint tea ("Moroccan
whiskey") after Ahmed left "to go pray". I said everything I own is in my backpack and
had no room or need for rugs. (I said this up front but he still showed me them). Then
we went to an herb dealer and I bought $5 worth of mint tea leaves from him out of
politeness (I threw them away later before getting in the boat after it occurred to me that I
didn't know exactly what was in that bag).
I told Ahmed I wanted to give him the rest of the money I had, so could we just walk
around for a while and take some photos? He took me to the roof of a café. Jack
Kerouac had a dream of eating Wheaties in Florida from a Tangier rooftop. He was there
helping William S. Burroughs literally tape together Naked Lunch in the spring of 1957
before going to Paris and back to the US a little before On The Road was finally
published. Kerouac didn't like Tangier, but then he didn't like any place outside of
America (except maybe Mexico) too much. He didn't like Paris because they didn't
understand his French-Canadian dialect.
(If you look closely, there's a boy looking out the window at the top of the photo.)
On the rooftop, Ahmed started to light up a hash cigarette for himself but I said let's
head back (I began to suspect that everything he did was a trap to get me to give him
more money by some means). We went back to the ferry and I gave him $30 for the hour
and half we had walked around.
So I learned that if you have a foot-long lens hanging around your neck (and aren't a
member of a tour bus group), you are going to be forced to submit to a tour guide and
spend money, at least if your skin color is the same as mine. (I did have it concealed
under a raincoat though not too successfully apparently).
I also learned that as soon as you have one tour guide showing you around, everyone else
in the city will leave you alone. I could take photos wherever I wanted. This was good
since I'd heard the people there don't like to be photographed. I didn't take too many
photos anyway- I wasn't very comfortable pulling out my camera. Also with a tour
guide, you don't have to worry about getting lost and not being able to find the ferry
again. I even had to tip someone to find my way out of the boat station. You have to pick
up a boarding card in the middle window, get it stamped on the right side, and then leave
by the left door and walk over to the boats.
Unfortunately there were two boats sitting there. Me and an Australian couple (well the
guy was American but he'd picked up some of the accent from his fiancée and looked
like he was from the outback) and an Indian guy from London followed a tour group
swarm to the far boat but after a few minutes in line there, the girl, Robynn, got the
feeling we were in the wrong line. I disagreed, but had to admit that it was strange that
all the other fifty people in line were wearing orange name tags. (These must have been
the people in the rug shop because the boat I came in on only had a few people on it and I
hadn't seen any other non-locals in the city).
So we ran in a panic to the other boat (Robynn, who'd just spent the last half hour saying
how great it would be to be back in Spain after five days in Morocco quickly outran the
rest of us). Indeed, the other boat was ours and we passed the ticket guard on the car
ramp with anxious dry mouths minutes before it left the dock.
The two of them had bought a rug for $290 and were regretting the purchase. They said
at least it didn't say 'Made in Taiwan' on it. I said, "well maybe that's better than 'Made
in Tangier'" they laughed and agreed but I said, no, I was only kidding. I think I was
In hindsight, the city is a lot larger than the maze of streets I walked around. If you can
get past the hustlers near the boat ramp, maybe it's worth heading to the left along the
main highway and entering the city much further down? (Of course, it may well be best
just getting a tour guide when you get off the boat or you might run into guys like the
ones I did who had been prohibited from hanging around there).
I had booked a hotel in Algeciras so I found an internet café nearby and a pizza place
called TelePizza. I ate a medium thick crust pizza there which was recommended by the
sign for 2-3 people. When I got up to carry the pan to the counter I saw a family of four
behind me sharing the same pizza I had just eaten. The two guys standing in line gave
me funny looks and the girl behind the counter looked half-impressed, half-afraid I might
order another one. (I did pause in the middle of asking for 'uno más.. aqua' as a joke).
So maybe I learned more about Americans and our way of life than I did about
Day 7-8: Granada, Spain
I didn't get to read all the journal entries, I was just searching on
google.com for pictures of bullfights. I think your trip sounds very
interesting, a lot of interaction with the locals and such, and I was
wondering if you have traveled to Ireland, Scotland or England. I am studying
there this summer for four weeks and I am trying to get as much background on
the area as possible. Thanks, Ashley
-- Ashley G, Mar 29, 2004
salam 3ala nas bladi ana oomar men espa a o ana kanetwahach l tanger bezaf wa
lihhada ana kanchof tawar diyal madinat tanger
-- omar ben abaida ,
Oct 26, 2004
I am sorry to hear about your terrible experience in Tangier. In fact, Tangier
is a beatiful city, yet intentionally neglected... My advice to you is to make a
friend from Tangier before you visit... That way you will see the hidden
secrets of the city.
-- Ab, Nov 18, 2005
Tanger isn't a very nice tourist destination in my humble opinion. It's filled
with grinding poverty (then again where in Africa isn't), hustlers, theives,
and drug dealers. I spent nearly a month in Morrocco. My suggestion is if
you ever go back to just spend the night in Tangers and go deeper south to Fes,
Marrakat, Agadir and check out one of little tourist beach towns with a large
police presence. In where there are less tourists and a larger police force
therefore less scam artests targeting you. I had a horrible time in Tangers
both on my way in and on my way out but I had a great time in the rest of
Morrocco. Also you have to be firm in standing up for yourself. Unwritten
first world rules of civility, non harrassment, and low pressure sales tactics
don't apply in Morrocco. The average person on the street has only one hope
of avoiding poverty and that is to scam as many dopey tourists as he can
either by inflating prices or outright fraud. !
So stand up for yourself, be firm, know local prices, and if you're a young
male of averge fitness and size be ready to fight if they threaten you you have
to. Most Morrocain men are half of our size and they'll back down anyway. I'm
speaking from experience.
-- Scot, Mar 28, 2006
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