Morocco is a shock to the senses. Sights, sounds, and smells are all foreign, and the art of subtlety has been lost on this culture. The basic breakdown: friends Martie, Cassie, and myself left Tuesday for a trip to Morocco, in which time we planned to go on an authentic camel trek, and return back to Marrakech in time to meet fellow American friends on Thursday and continue our trip with them until Saturday. Simple enough as a plan. However, we failed to read the fine print, which explained that the camel trek came with a complimentary 9 hour drive through the Atlas mountain range and into the Moroccan desert. Although this sounded like quite a drag, the drive proved to be one of my favorite parts of the trip for 3 reasons: 1. We met some really nice people and got to know them on the long drive. 2. We got to see way more of Morocco than I had planned, and it was a welcome surprise, as it's a beautiful country. 3. It is significantly more comfortable than riding a camel.
Without sounding overly cliched, I'm going to opt for a list form of the highlights of Morocco (because it seriously cuts down on my writing time).
Highlights:
-Street food. Morocco has more street vendors selling different fruits, nuts, juices, meats, dead animals, pastries, etc. than any other country I've visited. If you know me, you know I'm fascinated by street food and often frequent stalls selling a variety of Mexican dishes in AZ. This was a step up as far as variety (though I'm not sure if you can ever really beat a sonoran hotdog in the taste department). Favorites include a bright green brick of something that was sweet and tasted and felt a lot like coconut. I still have no idea why it's green, as the man that sold it to me only spoke French. Also, snails (pictured below) were served in a spicy broth and were delicious! The winner, however, is a drink made from, as is was explained to me, "avocado, papaya, and palm." I honestly don't even know what that means. 5 different pitchers of 5 different mystery purees are poured into a pint sized mug, and the beverage costs roughly 50 cents. I have no idea what else is in it, though I tasted banana, I have no idea what it's called, and I don't think I could get it anywhere else in the world. The good news is that I saw a ton of locals drinking this every night we were in town, assuring me that it was as delicious as I thought.
-The exchange rate: Morocco uses Dirham, which is approximately 11 dirham to a euro, making shopping in Morocco a lot like shopping in Mexico (with U.S. dollars). This poses quite the paradox, however. Because everything is cheaper in Morocco, I'm inclined to buy more stuff. Thus, my spending is equivalent (if not greater than) what it hypothetically would be in a more expensive country. On the bright side, I return with more "stuff". I've got lots of "stuff". The increase in the amount of "stuff" I own causes me to have extra bag fees on the flights from Barcelona to Arizona, thus continuing the paradox.
-Moroccan people: Although the may try to rob you blind with their prices for goods (seriously), once you've haggled and settled on a price, they are true to their word. Except cab drivers. They're bastards. In all honesty, Moroccan people love to talk to Americans and many of them-- like the 3 guys we spent most of one day with-- are happy to just show you their shop, talk to you about their goods, learn about your life, and drink "berber whiskey" with you. Since Morocco is a Muslim country, berber whiskey isn't actually whiskey, but mint tea, which brings me to my next point:
-Berber Whiskey (Mint Tea): This is the national drink of Morocco, is served at literally every restaurant, café, rest stop, etc. in the country. It is served with massive amounts of sugar, and is often mixed with a small amount of green tea. In our adventures in Morocco we managed to drink between 10 and 15 free glasses of free tea (as pictured below). Drink more tea.
-Camels: This is a trick. I put "Camels" in the highlight section, but they're not a highlight. Seriously, camels suck. Ride a horse. It is nearly unfathomable that a man can ride a camel as a means of serious transportation and continue to be able to reproduce. In 10 years of hockey I can't remember ever getting hit with a stick/puck in the groin and have it hurt nearly as bad as riding a camel for 2 hours. Camels suck.
-Other travelers: I don't know if it was coincidence, luck, or something in the air, but I met more cool world travelers in Morocco than on any of my other trips. It seems like I met at least one more cool person every single day I was in Morocco and had a great time exploring the city or hanging out in the hostel with them. Americans, Australians, Europeans, even Canadians, people traveling in Morocco rules. End of story.
The sun just does not stop setting in this place.
Lunch being cooked on the sidewalk.
The infamous Stall #32, Marrakech.
Sunset over the city. Note the satellite silhouettes.
View from the terrace at the hostel.
Shopping!
Lunch being cooked on the sidewalk.
The infamous Stall #32, Marrakech.
Sunset over the city. Note the satellite silhouettes.
View from the terrace at the hostel.
Shopping!
If anyone can guess (without googling) where my camel got his name, I'll buy you dinner. Or at least tell you I'm going to. Seriously, no cheating. Go!