Ajiad Casablanca

... secured accommodations for us at Hotel du Pacha, we ate at the McDonald’s at the train station. I’m not telling you this because, well, I’m highly embarrassed by it. I don’t ever eat at McDonald’s while in the US – why am I eating there in Morocco??? But, in our defense, we were tired, and hungry, and humiliated by Moroccan telecommunications, so give us a break.) Catch you tomorrow, after a night of rest and a long, hot shower!

... We ended up cycling through some of the most sketchy places I have ever seen. I was sure we were going to get robbed. However, in a bazzar twist of fate everyone seemed really helpfully and it wasnt long before we found the hostel.<br><br>Then we went to the coolest sheesha bar yet to wind down. And despite dropping my only clean pair of trousers in the toilet it turned out to be another awesome night.

... hotel. So I get up to the roof and there is an older Moroccan man up there. He says hi, or something similar in Arabic and invites me into his room, which is connected to the roof, for tea. Since this is not the first time I have been invited into someones place for tea since being here I decided what the hell. Why not? Let me tell you why not: He speaks no English, I speak no Arabic The room is the size of a ...

... are starting to cross from staring at the keyboard so hard. where's mr. tomzik my 8th grade keyboarding teacher when i need him. he did not prepare me for this. using the Moroccan keyboard must have been in Keyboarding 2. hopefuuly you're hanging in there and using your breaks wisely. but, how do i transition into a story about Narwhales and peppermint tea? that's a good enough transition for me. I returned to Casablanca from Marrakesh after a pretty mind-numbing 3 hour ...

... lay motionless trying not to throw up from the rocking which was starting to pick up as we gained speed. Rachel started to explain and apologize repeatedly but I told her the most helpful thing she could do at the moment was just not talk to me because I didn't want be rude to her since I was pretty agitated to see the huge mess before me. It wasn't her fault at all that everything went flying but I wasn't in the mood for chit chat while she lay in bed and I ...

... mosque in Africa and met a nice German couple who we spent some hours chatting with while watching local surfers combat the 10 foot waves at the base of the mosque. In Casa, Dad and I ended up bumping into these 2 crazy locals who took us to a hookah café where I introduced my dad to the wonderful world of shisha. After the guys gave us a personal tour around the old Medina (town) at night, where we saw old houses built by the Spanish hundreds of years ago, and a wide ...

... was barely a tourist in sight! Much of the bartering and ordering was taking place in Arabic; which certainly demonstrated this was a local market!This was a refreshing change as, unlike the tourist markets in Marrakech, as the stall holders were busy selling to locals; and we were ``obviously'' just looking around, they ignored us! Also unlike the central market we had discovered the day before these markets were in operation well after the sun went down.We spent several hours ...

... sorte, não contava nada com isso ». Simpatizaram imediatamente comigo e conversamos um bocado. O mesmo de sempre, de onde vens e para onde vais. « Angola ? Como ? Quanto tempo ? Ehhh, és maluco ». Maluco ou não, estava num autocarro que ia fazer 240 km sem pagar a viagem, bondade humana (instantanea ou nao) com uma grande dose de caga a mistura, ja estava a fazer trilhar um pedaço de caminho importante, sem gastar um unico centimo de euro. Foi um dia perfeito.

... money. After about 10 mins of explaining he finally clicked. The bell boy then took me to a room that already had 2 people in it - he wanted to make one of them move to a new room so i could sleep there (ie pack up all there stuff). I was packed and ready and finally had to be rude to him and say I was going to the new room. Back downstairs we went where we got the new key - the first room he took me too ...

... I'm finding it hard to write about Morocco and the things that we've done because we haven't done anything super exciting. And all I want to talk about is the landscape because its so incredible. Some parts are more boring than I 80 in pennselvania. But there's areas where we drove through apple and orange and olive tree groves and there's fields and fields of wild red poppies that stand out against the green grass. We even traveled through what looked ...