Adventure Babies

On a sunny morning in January, i awoke and walked the several footsteps to a small port, along the way i thought about the upcoming day, its tribulations, the loneliness of sitting on modern sea vessels alone, the indifferent sea, the beauty i was about to endure.. would it be too much for the weakness of morning. alas no... the sun shined on my arkward features, illuminating me.. a sea God smiled down from his axis of portal rock, his face of stone unchanged... for it were only Tangier, but this was my first trip to Africa, Where the colours of excess and tribulation... combine with the tumult of history....... to haunt the mind.... one can't escape the errings... Africa is the heart of it all..........but nay Tangiers, many a bum has washed himself to its bosomed carcass.. its where Burroughs wasted himself, ragamuffins stole, women toasted their sorrow! criminals, spies, international zone, opium, pirates.... illegals..... a decayed mystique.. a suitable place to start then... Tarifa in Spain is one of those unique places where the land and sea merge so that you can see yourself as if soaring above, your place on earth at that time easily marked.... you can see where the Atlantic coast of Iberia bends and makes verticalism with Africa, forming that inland sea... Mediterranean: Mediterraneus Middle Land Sea.. From Tarifa you leave south and west away from the kissing lovers, and arrive fifty minutes later..., Tangier, bustling with labyrinth alleyways, creaked faces poking from hollows, curry spices, a cacaphonous symphony of sound beckons around, klaxons, bartering, fish markets, iron mongers, metal gridings.... decrepid colonial buildings, the esteem of fading granduer, the rot........ exotic and entrancing to a fool like me, an outsider from beginning to end... perhaps even.... an innocent abroad? interesting.......