This is what Morocco feels like
Where to start. This place just grabbed me right away. Unlike other cities in Morocco I instantly felt at home here. The feeling of the place, it’s smells, the people, the food, the atmosphere I could just go on and on. We arrived around lunch time, and after a quick stop at the hotel, we went on an orientation walk to get our bearings. I’m not sure if I had become use to Morocco, or I quickly understood the layout. I really didn’t feel like I would get lost here.
The place was busy. It did my head in thinking how long this place had been a hustling, and bustling market town. With the memory of people going back centuries who have walked through the main square. I’m not going to lie, the main square is tourist central, but there is very good reason for it. It’s incredible mix of people. There is rows, and rows of food vendors, story tellers, snake charmers, and other entertainment.
Once you are tired of that, there are plenty of places to go and sip mint tea, have olives, and bread, and watch the world go by from above. Even a bar or two if you feel so inclined. The way this place made me feel was incredible. I spent most of the time exploring on my own after our initial tour. And I’m so glad I did.
Tonight we all had dinner together for the last time on this trip. A banquet dinner with one of the street vendors ensured, and it was awesome. Kebabs, grilled meat, vegetables, olives, and of course the yummy bread which we had every where. It was soooo good. I was going to miss the food in this country. So simple, yet the flavours were amazing.
I found so many cool little places, and alleyways, and tried so many different types of food. There was a concert in the square that evening, and it was good to see how the locals party. It’s very different to the world I knew. You take away the alcohol, and people react differently. I didn’t feel overwhelmed, and I didn’t have to put up with drunken idiots. It was a very nice change.
On my last day, I visited a bar, that had a awesome roof top, and sat in the sun. I spoiled myself with little bits of everything that I had tried over the last two weeks. Had a few beers, wrote in my journal, and read my book. I watched as Morocco washed over me for that last time, and I will be very sad getting a transport back to Casablanca and starting my long journey home.
Morocco challenged me in many ways. It showed me a different view of Islam, and a majority muslim country. The west is so bombarded with lies and propaganda. When you visit these kinds of place it challenges your world view, and that is a good thing. Free media doesn’t mean factual media. We don’t have enough competition in our news gathering space to be told things from multiple perspectives. Travelling challenges those when you start seeing them for yourself, and start talking to people who live those lives on a daily basis.
One thing travelling the world has taught me, is we are all pretty much the same. Our base desires aren’t very different, and most of the trouble and strife comes from politics, and over zealous behavior on all sides. Its time we stopped fighting with one another, and start talking.
You will find that we are not so different after all.