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What a hole. Seriously. Barely deserves a blog post, but I’ve done it for every other city so why not.

Tangir was disliked by the old King, as being the main port to Europe it had a constant stream of Westerners, whose influence he was not pleased with. Therefore Tangir remains a dirty port city, with little to offer. The new King has invested some money into it, but its still no place you’d want to visit.

We wandered the streets before finding a hotel for 3 euro each, and although the facilities were archaic and the beds had hills and valleys, it was comfortable enough. The rusty shank of metal that was the shower room door handle gashed my finger nicely though, taking my right hand out if action for a while…hooray for Steves first aid bag, thank you Lynne for packing such a wonderful assortment of medical goods.

That’s it really. Shitty little port town in which I probably gave myself tetanus. Win.

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