Mosques, Markets, Mountains and Marriages
Trip Start
Sep 04, 2005
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Trip End
Sep 18, 2005
I still haven't got around to writing up my two week trip in Morocco with Exodus and a group of 20 or so strangers - one of whom became a really close friend... but I hope to come back to this trip at some point in the future..
In the meantime, I'll post some photos of my trip which included the towns of Casablanca, Fez and Marrakesh and a trip into the Sahara desert and up into the High Atlas mountains where I came across by chance a 3 day Berber wedding taking place in a tiny hamlet on a hill in the middle of nowhere. I was asked in by the groom (who had only met his wife once but never spoken to her). The women adopted me as their own and I spent the day with them and went back in the evening when the 2nd day of celebrations took place and the bride actually arrived on a mule with her father after midnight to then be ushered in (all covered up) to the funiture bare 'house' and promptly escorted to a bedless room to 'spend time' with her husband!
An amazing experience to watch the dancing of the men round the fire and the shrill singing of the women in a separate room. They of course decided to dress me up in local atire, unlike my fellow traveller Lara who had accompanied me in the evening, but maybe the blond hair seemed to alien to them. Not a word of common language spoken between us, except for one girl who spoke a little French.
Everyone in Morocco was convinced I was Arab or Berber - so I got a lot of marriage proposals and offers of camels!
In the meantime, I'll post some photos of my trip which included the towns of Casablanca, Fez and Marrakesh and a trip into the Sahara desert and up into the High Atlas mountains where I came across by chance a 3 day Berber wedding taking place in a tiny hamlet on a hill in the middle of nowhere. I was asked in by the groom (who had only met his wife once but never spoken to her). The women adopted me as their own and I spent the day with them and went back in the evening when the 2nd day of celebrations took place and the bride actually arrived on a mule with her father after midnight to then be ushered in (all covered up) to the funiture bare 'house' and promptly escorted to a bedless room to 'spend time' with her husband!
An amazing experience to watch the dancing of the men round the fire and the shrill singing of the women in a separate room. They of course decided to dress me up in local atire, unlike my fellow traveller Lara who had accompanied me in the evening, but maybe the blond hair seemed to alien to them. Not a word of common language spoken between us, except for one girl who spoke a little French.
Everyone in Morocco was convinced I was Arab or Berber - so I got a lot of marriage proposals and offers of camels!
