After having to wait two nights in Tarifa, Spain for the winds to die down enough to make the ferry crossing, on 9 April, 2015 I finally first stepped foot on the African continent and into my 50th country. Both a big deal for me :-)
Because of my delay in Tarifa, I only had one night/two days in Tangiers. The city has a quirky history, serving as an outpost for the Phoenicians, the Carthaginians, the Romans, the Vandals, and the Arabs. Later, it was possessed by no less than the Portuguese, the Spanish, the English, and the French. It was no wonder that in the first half of the 20th Century it was officially declared an international zone, belonging to no country in particular. Only in 1956 did it become a part of Morocco proper. Thus the old town is distinctly Arab, whereas much of the rest of the city feels more European.
Because of this history, in the last 100 years Tangiers has played host to spies, and disreputables of all sorts (I met several). Tourism started to take off more in the last few decades and so the town is slowly becoming more touristic. That said, I've never visited a city more distrustful of a tourist with a camera than here. There were so many opportunities for incredible people shots, but it just wasn't possible without being a complete nuisance to the people. And so I was extra careful to ask for permission where I could.