Meeting friends

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It's funny, you're a long way from home, there's people you don't know all around you and still you see the same people everywhere. I don' only mean that everyone look alike, one traveller the same as the next, no - the same people. It started in Albufeira where we made notice of a familly looking gypsy, speaking perfect english waiting for the same train as us. Later we also saw them on the bus to Sevilla. They then stepped into the same McDonald's at night in Sevilla, that may not be so odd since there weren't that many places open. Next time we saw them was not as obvious, a restaurant in Tanger that we had selected randomly just walking around, and not in the immedient city centre either.

We've also been seeing two german guys and a gang of four german/swiss people. The gang walked in to the restaurant we were eating at here in Marrakech today. Apparently the restaurant was recommended by Lonely Planet, not that we've read it, but their food was nice.

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