((BETTE: Don't worry, i didnt bring your camera here!))
so i think everyone in the world scared me with paranoia horror stories of morocco because i think it was awesome. but i did play it safe anyway, taking pepto before each meal and avoiding the water and fruits and vegetables. it was a long way there, with babies crying and screaming on the bus and a seasickening ferry ride.
the ferry!
the streets
the TJ of morocco
The Medina: Was pretty much a giant maze of tiny streets with lots of stores. There is no accurate map for people to follow so you just kind of have to wander. Right when you get off the ferry, swarms of tourguides are trying to get you to pay them to show you the way around there. but really, they want to take you to stores where the prices are marked up ridiculously high so that they can get commission from the stores for bringing you there. but since your a FOB (haha) you dont really realize yet that these prices seem normal in euros but everything in morocco should be a lot cheaper. So our guide, Jimmy, thinks we are japanese and that he's hit the jackpot. he takes us to carpet stores and lamp stores, you know for our penthouse in tokyo. he takes us into all these stores and we hardly buy anything, by the second store hes banging his head and smoking a joint. it was entertaining watching him get more and more frustrated with us for not buying anything. four cigarettes later, he tries to cut our tour short, in half, but gets mad that we wont pay the amount agreed on. we also realized that he was trying not to get caught by the police because he wasnt an official guide, thats why he showed us views of the sights, like the town center, but didnt bring us there. im glad we had some sort of guide though, because i would have never found my way out of that place alone.
we stopped in this leather store and asked how much a necklace was, the
man didnt speak english but put up five fingers. jimmy comes over and
says, 5 euros. yea, it wasnt til later we realize that the man probably meant
5 dirhams which is the equivalent of .50 euro cents! we got "jimmied" haha.
go bruins!
bend over to the front & touch your toes, the mosque. it has a loud speaker where they recite religious things ALL DAY LONG for the entire town to hear, ALL DAY LONG.
a bakery. yea, i know i know, don't eat anything!
a really old tree.
we stuck to "rick steves" recommendations for restaurants and ate at the Maison Communitaire des Femmes. But, friday is the religious day of the city becauseit was the day mohammed came out of the womb and was buried in the earth. therefore, we eat cous cous. it was f'n delicious. then we headed to our crazy expensive hotel for a midday swim under the smell of sewage.
and the best meal i've ever had in africa... traditional moroccan soup, lamb, almond puff pastries with honey (THE BEST), and mint green tea with live music and dancing. best service too!!!
traditional moroccan soup
traditional moroccan music
traditional moroccan lamb & vegetables
the best part: almond puff pastry with honey!
and a belly dancer :)
we thought it would be dangerous to walk back to the hotel so late, but the night life was even more poppin than madrid! the girls were still fully covered but in more modern outfits, but with cute high heels!
ps. congratulations to a proud new uncle, little bennnn
& we made it back in time for the sunday morning rastro in madrid
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