Anfa Port Casablanca

... found out soon that there wasn’t much else to see. We didn’t feel extremely comfortable, and it was 2 of us guys and 1 girl. I can imagine the trouble some of the bigger groups of girls probably had. We went back to the ship and took a long nap in the bad weather, and geared up for our trip the next day. We left at around 8 AM the next morning for Marrakech, a city in the interior of Morocco. It was about a 3-3 ½ hour bus ride. When we got ...

... that evening and watched the sun set over the Atlantic. The next morning we took a guided tour of the mosque which really blew our minds. There was so much beauty to be seen in the detail of the tile work, windows, and wood carvings. We felt very fortunate to take part in the tour, as most mosques are not open to the public. That same day we boarded a train to Marrakech&#8230;<br><br><br> <br><br><br><br> <br>

... started pulling up. The mosque was right on the ocean, which was weird when I thought about how there was nothing out there until you reach America. I then tried to hail a cab to the train station, which I am apparently misserable at. I only managed to get one to stop and he wanted to charge me 5 times what it should have cost. So I walked the three miles with my pack out of spite.

So, we left Cadiz and headed to Gibraltar to refuel. However, the weather was apparently too rough for refueling as scheduled so we got stuck floating next to the giant rock of Gibraltar for another day. I count it as being there with how long I stared at it out of my window. The downfall of that is that we were supposed to be in Morocco for 4 days and instead, we only had three. The waters were so rough when we got outside of Morocco. We also had to turn off the ...

... at least people couldn't see it. Until I went through security of course. I had to take it all off and pop it through the scanner... oh dear. To add insult to injury I forgot to take my belt off, which always beeps so I had to stand and spread em while I was searched and wet patch was revealed to all - the search was brief - I don't think they wanted to touch me....

... s what I had. It is simply mint leaves in a silver teapot (very hot!), with lots of sugar. They drink it about 5 times a day, and it is also an Important part of retail activity. It was good. Sometimes they add other flavors in there too-clove, salvia (sage), coriander. There are orange trees everywhere, though many are bitter orange and therefore not edible. I saw some agave, which the Mexicans use to make tequila. No tequila here, though. I was prepared for a ...

... Morocco that non-muslims can enter.  We made it in time for the last tour of the day and were astounded, not only at the sheer scale of everything, but at the ornate detail with which everything was constructed.  From the inlaid marble floors to the intricate wooden screens, and elaborately carved and painted ceilings, no detail was overlooked, and obviously no expense spared. After the mosque we wandered back through the streets, past the slums and ...

... here. Rachel actually went "Moroccan streaking". Here, we decided to put our lives in some else's hands by taking a taxi. It felt like we were in a horror movie, as when we reached over to get air from the blistering heat, we saw that there were holes where the window handles should have been, as well as where the lock should have been.

... no fins nor scales in the waters, that shall be an abomination unto you. We took a walking tour of the area and enjoyed the fabulous architecture ...

... is seen to be stepping into the future, rather than living in the past), central markets for some more brekky goods and a walking tour from our guide book, which pointed out some of the other architectural feats of the city. All in all, we´re glad we took this little side venture otherwise left off our itinerary. It certainly gave us a contrasting view of Morroco to the villages we´d stayed in not two weeks prior ...