On the hill

A fair walk from where I was staying in Tanja is a hill with some housing on, a kind of suburb. Getting there involved passing what seemed be some sort of dumping ground with a lot of trash and a road which some large trucks used as a short cut. I saw the street leading up the hill and proceeded to give my legs some exercise ascending it.

There were a few people about as I continued and reach what appeared to be the top. A small cafe offered me the chance to sit down and have a mint tea. Tea here is mint and is served in either a pot with a short glass or a large one with the sprigs of mint in. The Moroccans add a lot of sugar normally, so I asked for less so it didn't ruin the flavor of the mint.