Tarifa, Spain

We survived a bus ride from Seville to Tarifa in the care of a fat, sweaty, nicodine-addicted, bus driver who, when he wasn't displaying episodes of road rage, seemed to struggle to stay awake, or at least struggle to stay in his lane. He was also sweet on Myra. I'm fairly sure she doesn't return his affections.

Tarifa lies at the southwestern tip of Spain where the Atlantic meets the Mediterranean. In the summer months it's a popular place for windsurfing and kite surfing. For us it's the perfect base for day trips to Morocco and Gibraltar. But Tarifa is a cute little town in it's own right, with an old town within the remains of a medieval wall, a couple of castle ruins, and terrific beaches.

Tarifa



Nice sandy beaches


Myra and Deborah


You never know what you'll find on the beach.


One of the castle ruins





Me and Myra (photo by Deborah)


Across the strait lies Africa


Myra and Deborah