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Morocco
Trip and photos taken 3/99 to 4/99.
Sponsored by Stan Webb.
Baker of Asilah,
Morocco, 1999
Working Morocco was a dream come true. Casablanca,
Marrakech, Fez, Rabat, names of cities that stir up visions of foreign
lands and famous movies. Towards the end of the trip we (the wife and I)
headed up to Rabat, just across from Spain. But stories of drug pushers
forcing cars off roads to force their wares on you at gunpoint had us head
south fast. The first town we hit was Asilah, a quaint seaport. We
noticed kids carrying towel shrouded cookie sheets into a home, indicating
the town bakery. We surprised him with our presence and after pointing to
the camera he shook his head yes, a miracle as most there refused.
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Writings on 5/99
More included 7/24/99
Flying from Los Angeles International (LAX) at 8 a.m. on Valerie's
birthday, March 27th, was not in the original plans, but when you're at the mercy of the
ticket agents to get you the best prices you go with the flow. (About $850 each
round trip). After our 5 1/2 hour flight to New York, we settled in for our two hour
layover, which took four... our Air Maroc plane was late. The seven hour flight to
Casablanca was fine, although finding space for all our equipment after boarding was nigh
on impossible. No one, at first, was even around our seats, but somehow all the
overheads were already full! Mostly Moroccan nationals were on the flight, and each
one, it seemed, had two large carry-ons' the size of a seaman's duffel bag stuffed
into the overhead compartments. The flight attendants even turned a bathroom into an
extra storage bin by filling it too. It was quite a site.
Such a long series of flights and layovers left us bushed by
the time we arrived in Casablanca. After all, it was now the next day at 10 a.m.,
Moroccan time, and we had not slept. All we wanted to do was to clear customs
quickly, find a hotel, and get to bed. To our surprise, the lines at customs quickly
filled with Moroccans in both the 'visitors only' and the 'national's only' lines?!
As more 'nationals only' lines opened, many moved over to those. By the time we
realized there were no rules, line wise, it was too late to get into one of the shorter
ones. The reason you'd want to do this soon becomes evident, as each agent takes five
minutes to process EACH person. Sometimes the guy is gone for five minutes at a time
talking to his buddy in the next booth, and our line did not move at all. It took us
over an hour.
Our tour book (Lonely Planet) suggested to catch a train to
Casablanca (it's about 30 miles away), as there are no busses, and taxis are
expensive. We had a two hour wait, and this allowed us time to check prices on
rental cars, which we had heard were expensive. As it wasn't tourist season, I
got one down to half price for the month. A Peugeot compact for $850. We reserved it
for two days later, as we didn't need one to explore the city.
We changed two hundred dollars cash for two thousand Dirhams,
and took our first 'mint tea'. They cram a whole plant into the pot, ummm -man is it
tasty. Caught the train into the city, and then a taxi to take us five blocks to a
two star hotel which ran just $20 a night. 'Two star' means bathroom with
shower. Took about twelve seconds to fall asleep, but as it was about 2 p.m. we had
to wake up at 6 or 7 p.m. or we would wake up at midnight and not be able to sleep again.
Having worked Turkey a couple of years earlier,
we figured it would be similar in many ways. One was the usual 'call to prayer'
every few hours, but they don't seem to 'turn up the volume' as much. It used to be
that a real person would call from on top of the mosques, but with the advent of
electricity, tape recorders, loud speakers etc., that's history. (In my book, louder
is not necessarily better, especially at 4 a.m.).
The next day we worked the 'souk', or the old market, as it is
called. They are mostly held within the old fortress walls that were built by the
Portuguese, centuries ago. We read that you would be hassled senseless by
salespeople, carpet salesmen, guides and 'faux guides'. The first few steps into the
market seemed ok, and a gentleman speaking English started walking with us asking lots of
questions about us and telling us lots about the market. He hung around even though
we tried to ditch him, as we didn't really want to hire a guide, which he seemed to be
becoming. After 30 minutes we'd had enough - the light was too bright and the place
was mostly closed for 'siesta'. We offered him 20 Dirhams ($2 U.S.) and he said he
was insulted at such a small amount and refused it. I knew it was a ploy, said ok
and started to walk. He immediately said he'd take it, which he did. To my
surprise he then started to cuss us out and threaten our lives if we ever returned!
It wasn't the most pleasant start of a trip, we must say. A novice tourist would
have felt bad and given in to these tactics to get more money, thus overpaying him.
Most complain no matter how much you give them.
We went over and visited the Hilton and found a fancy
restaurant that had belly dancing and music. I decided to give Valerie a great
birthday dinner, albeit belated, later that evening. They also had internet access,
so we planned to rent the computer to check our e-mail. We then hired a taxi to take
us to the second largest mosque (pron. moose key- accent on the moose) built by King
Hassan II, where we worked until dark. The place was spectacular. (The king,
70 years old, just passed away on 7/23/99, and his son just took over.)
The next day we went back to the airport and picked up the rental
car. Drove back through the city so we could take the coast route south. Went
by the Mosque again and hit a 'round-about', where everyone looks to see if it's clear
before entering the circle and goes their way. (Stopping is a suggestion in most of
these countries). Two police standing nearby waived me over and, speaking in French,
motioned how I'd ran a stop sign. It seemed he kept saying he wanted $400
Dirhams, ($40 U.S.) but when I tried to pay him he waived his hands no. So I thanked
him and started to get in the car and then he would get upset and say no again. I'd
offer it again and he'd say no, and I'd start to leave again... Finally, I figured out the
amount of the bribe was 100 Dirhams ($10 U.S.), not the 400 dr. he said I'd have to pay if
I decided to fight the ticket he would have to write up. I could either pay them or
pay the judge four times more money. I had been trying to pay him the 400 Dr, and
although he was crooked, he wasn't that crooked! Felt real relieved once that was
over and vowed to drive more 'responsible', for awhile.
After a nice meandering two hour drive down the coast we hit
El Jadida and found a pleasant hotel to stay at. The place had a restaurant, as most
do, and the waiter spoke good English, which most don't. Most speak
French only,
their second language, after Arabic. He answered lots of questions we had gathered
up since arriving in the country. Another tourist told us of a famous Portuguese
underground cistern in the old city there, which we found the next day. The lady
that manned the tourist attraction would not let me use my tripod in the place. It
was a series of beautiful archways supporting a ceiling that had one large round opening
in it's center which let light flood into the darkness. The cistern contained water,
so the whole place reflected the lit up arches, with the sun giving a strong stream of
light diagonally at the right time of day. A real winner, even though I had to do
the long time exposures of 10, 30 and 60 seconds balanced on top of my camera backpack
while on my knees. Every five minutes she'd come down to see if I had snuck the
tripod out and used it, and after an hour of so she stated to bug us to leave, because we
were taking so long. We stalled her and said we were almost done. After
a few times telling her this another hour had gone by, as well as the streaming sun, but
we got what we had come for. An award winning image that one of the sponsors will
probable go goo-goo over when they see it. I sure do. Thank you Lord!
Sponsored by Z&D of Fairbanks, California
Underground Portuguese Water Cistern, El Jadida,
'99,
The next morning we visited a town just north of El Jadida that sat
on a rivers edge. The first few minutes of sunrise splashed light on the whitewashed
buildings, while dark blue clouds brooded over them in the background, so
dramatically. Another winner.
The next day we continued further south, heading towards the Sahara,
again slowly along the dune and ironwood covered coast. Lots of small farms ran along both
sides of the highway. Very picturesque... (to be con't when there is time.)
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