Burroughs is in Tangier

Bus from Sevilla to Tarifa, ferry to Tangier, walk to the hostel through crowds of men and boys offering to show us the way for 10 durhams.

Tangier, for me, was love at second sight. Once recovered from the initial shock of my welcome to Tangier, I set out with my new friends for a walk, a chicken tajine, and of course a mint tea.

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This became a theme for the rest of my time in Tangier- walk, eat, mint tea, repeat.


And of course, I made the obligatory stop at the Grand Café of Paris- searching for the generation I should have been born into- the generation of the Beatniks.


“…Burroughs is in Tangier, I don’t think he’ll come back, it’s sinister. Am I being sinister or is this some form of practical joke…” – Allen Ginsberg, America

new friends at hostel

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