Transatlantique Casablanca

... nicer. While in Marrakech I went camel riding and had a great time besides my groins hurting for the next few days. For every meal we ate cous-cous with a variety of meats and vegetables. It was good for the first couple of meals but after that it got a little old. Morocco is a country that makes a person from the US really open their eyes and realize how much more difficult the rest of the world has it ...

... who lives in Casa. I think this is a great way to end my time here! Yesterday we visited two rotary clubs here in Casablanca. We also got to see a library along the coast and got a small tour. Amiri, our tour guide and a cataloger at the library, was gracious enough to show us around. This library was built in 1985, but ...

... 2 airplane seat yoga pose to sleep in, or refusing to give up on the movie "The Day the Earth Stood Still." As far as food on the plane goes, now a days, i'm every bit tickled just to get a bag of peanuts; so on these international flights i feel like i'm feasting. i'm a growing boy. i like to eat. but, i always feel a bit like a homeless man, when licking out those airline travel tray bowls to get the last remnants of any greenbean juices. if my plane maroons me on a ...

... announcement that we were going to be experience high seas once out of the port and also mention that we would experience extreme rocking again since the stabilizers had to be turned off while we turned to get out of the narrow port entrance. I took a steady stance on deck six above Timitz Square where over fifty people were sitting on the marble floor ready to slide around during the rocking. I have a video yall will have to see when I get back because it ...

... of people and experienced a wide variety of smells (not all good). Essentially, the houses are built to connect to each other, with no room for vehicles other than motorbikes and scooters. It was truly an experience, with a quick tea stop at one their houses. From Casablanca, we made a stop close to Rabat in a city called Kenitra where we visited my Aunt Khadija's relatives. They cooked us a most fantastic meal with couscous, chickpeas, raisins, chicken, etc etc., then ...

... guy pegged me, accurately, as a Berber girl, but fortunately never pulled out the one rug that "spoke" to me-I'm not sure that I could have concealed my attraction. We headed back to Casablanca after 3:00, thinking we would make it back to the ship in plenty of time for the departure at 8:00, but we got stuck in traffic by------THE KING! We were around the palace and traffic was stalled, there were people standing along the streets waiting, and military everywhere ...

... die Gaeste war absolut Feuer auf den Raengen, und beim Ausgleich kurz vor Spielende gabs dann kein Halten mehr: Rauchbomben, fliegende Stuehle - hurra!!! Ueberhaupt beherrscht in Casa die Farbe (also die Fanangehoerigkeit) alles: Die gruenen Raja-Fans wohnen eher in den aermeren Teilen der Stadt und muessen sich bei den Spielen mit entsprechendem Polizeiaufgebot zufrieden geben, waehrend die roten Fans eher wohlhabender, aber zurueckhaltender mit ihrem Temparament sind. Wenn ...

... of all cheap. We squealed like pigs and set about spending every last sent we thought we could afford. So off we go back to the port in the taxi loaded up with a ridiculous amount of goodies and we watched in horror as the metre seemed to double and triple in the space of seconds. Our problem was we had estimated how much the taxi would cost based on previous experience and somehow this went way beyond our expectation so I had to leave Connie as hostage and run back ...

... able to tolerate food, we ventured onward, in search of the Musee du Judaisme Marocain. This was billed, in Lonely Planet Morocco, as the only ...

... in a dubious back street. I was on the fourth floor, needless to say there was no lift, so there I was, absolutely knackered, dragging this massive suitcase up 4 flights and waking just about everyone up in the process. The room was poky and the so called en suite shower room covered the area of a postage stamp. My heart sank but I was so tired and desperate to grab a couple of hours sleep before the alarm call at 7.00. I had a quick wash ...