NORTH AFRICA- 2007: Morocco
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Chellah ruins, Rabat, Morocco.
Moroccan food: Couscous, Chicken, and vegetables.
Vendor selling goods near the pool of the egg eating eels. Chellah ruins, Morocco.
Narrow lanes of Sale, Morocco.
Political Map of North and West African Region:
Planned Route of Travel:
Above is a map of my intended route of travel through deserts, mountains, and whatever Africa is like in Senegal and southern Mauritania. I read that the overland route from Western Sahara to Mauritania is possible, but I cannot find a coastal road on this map. My hope is to meet up with a bunch of camper van travellers and hitch a ride with them. But this is not very likely, so I will just go down there and find out what happens. This is what travelling is all about, no?
First Impressions of Morocco
I go to bed tonight, after my first day in Morocco, full of excitement. For there is a whole world that I have not yet explored The Muslim countries stretch to the east and all of Africa is to the south Whatever fatigue of the wandering spirit that three and a half years of Asia inflicted upon me has been washed away in one day of walking through Casablanca’s winding and turning medina. And I know that this city does not even begin to represent the rest of the country
Casablanca also surprised me in another way: the degree of communication between people on the streets is unsurpassed anywhere that I have ever travelled. People are sitting and standing around everywhere in large groups just talking and laughing the day away. I tried so hard to find some people eating in a café where I could just point to their food and indicate that I wanted to order it. But I could only find the cafes packed with people who were not eating, or even drinking, but only talking Just sitting around talking to each other. Hundreds of people talking in large groups on the street and nothing more. It was enjoyable to observe. There are still large cities in this world where the inhabitants I communicate with each other, there are still cities that have community. I vicariously enjoyed this as I went about my walks. I am still smiling about it.
Friends in Casablanca- The Brothers