Pictures of Morocco: May 2004
I took a three-day trip to Morocco in the spring of 2004. This was my first trip to Morocco, and also my first trip to Africa. I spent most of my time in Casablanca, but also traveled to Marrakech, which was much more interesting.
The people in Morocco were in general quite nice. Of course there were the typical men who bothered me with rude comments or pointless conversation, but no more so than in any other country. There were a number of men who just said hello or welcomed me to Morocco as I walked past. In Casablanca I was surprised to see that most of the women wore no head covering of any kind.
Orange juice is delicious and cheap in Morocco. I found out that in the market, sugar is added, so for me it was better to go to the cafes, where sugar is served on the side. Sugar seems to be popular. I couldn't drink the mint tea; it was too sweet. This also does not appear to be a good land for the vegetarian. I enjoyed the food for the most part. I also enjoyed seeing the spices in the shops, which looked so much fresher than the spices I buy here.
Of course not everything is good. It is rather depressing to see the extreme poverty. So many people, primarily women with children or amputees, sit by the side of the road begging. Most are quite polite, and simply request alms, and I tried to give whatever spare coins I had, because from what I understand this is their only source of income. Along with the poverty of the people there were the malnourished, diseased and dirty cats in the medina. It is rather sad. I gave two of them fish.
Finally, there is the traffic. Pedestrian crossings are non-existent. I appreciated not having to wait for the light to change, but pity people who aren't able to move quickly. I did not try driving; I noticed that cars often drive taking up two lanes.
My return trip was interesting in that it appeared that when I had selected the date for the return, I had inadvertently selected a different day than I intended to return. I didn't even bother to check my ticket, but just went to the airport the day I planned to return, only to find that it was for the previous day. I had to go to the KLM desk, where a not very helpful man gave me a paper and sent me to the other end of the airport, to Royal Air Morocco, to pay for it. I went back to KLM, only to find that the man at RAM, although nice, had forgotten one paper. Finally I got on the plane (which was only half full), after paying almost as much as I had paid for the original round-trip ticket for this simple modification.
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