Our night of espionage, from my modest accommodations near to the notorious wall at Tangiers docks, had been cancelled. A much reduced number of comings and goings would pass unnoticed. The Gods of weather were [more…]
Myself and my duplicitous American colleague, Tammy, are in Tangiers. Becoming a familiar sight about the port, we are starting to attract the attention of a Tangier set. A semi-anonymous caller, passing as a ‘Mr [more…]
I’m on the rooftop of my cheap hotel in Tangiers. I have escorted the duplicitous Miss Tammy back to the luxurious Royal Maroc, after another night photographing the notorious comings and goings at the Port [more…]
And that was our routine. For the following nights, I would collect Tammy from the Royal Maroc, just after dark, take her to my establishment and pay her in. The night would be spent on [more…]
We’re at a beach near Tangiers, saved from the worst of the city’s sprawl and its hustlers by being some way around the coast. Tammy has just told me that she assumes our mission to [more…]
We’re in the western Mediterranean, on the North African side. Literally in it, myself and Tammy are embarked upon an afternoon swim having escaped from the ever-present pestering mob of Tangiers hustlers, to the empty [more…]
After breakfast, myself and Tammy addressed the world beyond the comfort of the Royal Maroc Hotel. We were rewarded by being mobbed, pulled at and tugged. They wanted to take us to shops, the Casbah, [more…]
Rather than being in a nun’s hostel, or a train compartment (with the Spanish army sleeping in the luggage racks), we’re on a balcony at the Royal Maroc hotel in Tangiers, thanks to Tammy and [more…]
Miss Ng was a council house kid of sorts. Her family rented from Mr Lee’s Housing and Development Board. A truly Utopian organisation, it leased affordable property in projects that contained any and all of [more…]
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