We did it the hard way
Trip Start Jun 08, 2005
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belle has the hand written copy for this entry that we wrote together, so intill i get a copy of that somehow here goes!!
after a hot and sweaty bus ride to the boarder with our huge packs in tow( trying to look inconspicuios to no avail)
we then crossed the boarder by foot, past all the people trying to get through customs not noticed by throwing there goods over the fences then running, people were ever carrying whole fridges and washing machnies, are they cheaper in the spainish part or something? whos knows, i even saw guys pretending to be invailds in wheelchairs to conceal goods under blankets on the wheelchairs
then it started to rain, then we had to exchange currency in order to get on a bus. then we had to find the bus, we just followed the crazy guy, pretending to ride his motorbike with sound effects and all to the bus stop. somehow sal had to sit next to him, speaking to her and himself in arabic.
get off at the stop in order to catch another bus to the place we want to go to, bucketing down raining, wait for it to ease, ask local shop keeper if he spoke spanish (the only way we are going to be able to communicate, how bad we have to resort to speaking spainish as french or arabic not our strong points) a young boy did, we ask him where the bus staion was, right next door!
wanting to go to chefchaoen, apparently next bus only 4 hours away, we wait sipping on our extremly strong mint teas trying to avoid the stares of the men around.
bus ticket guy chatting with us and trying to sale us hashish while practising his english on us. found out as we get on the bus that it stops just near the town we are wanting to go to, not direct, oh well what can we do now.
we get on, a seat confusion happens as usual people behind me offering some comforting peanuts and big smiles which somehow makes everything ok for the time being
find out the 300km bus ride is going to take 12 hours, thanks to the riff mountain range. peanut people very giving, maybe too giving, sweets, their dinner, more sweets. not being able to say one word to them a little frustrating to say the least, we find out they are a brother and sister team from casablanca, they want to take photos with us ect ect.
they both start throwing up as we get into the thick of the curvy mountain range, too many sweets maybe?
we get to our "destination" at 3am in the morning 10kms away from where we wanted to be, the bus man telling us in spainsh taxis start at 5am, just wait here at the petrol station in the meanwhile, they are open 24 hours it will be fine. welcome to morocco, where nothing goes to plan!!!
the brother and sister spewing team decide to hope off and keep us company, we try to tell them not too as it is there last day of their holiday which could be spent a lot better ways then at a petrol station but our lack of french and arabic heeds this.
we wait around drinking mint tea
the wait for a taxi is over as big brother has got us a ride from a truck, we pile in the back which is full of mint!!
before the smell of mint reminded me of the mint that overgrew our whole backyard and garden in warrandyte and the day that dad had to mow it down but now. . .
anyway arrived in town at 6am big brother eventually finding us a hotel way out of our price range, we were in a helpless situation, the kindness of these strangers way too over whelming and nothing we could do, they offered us to be henna, dinners, hashish, everything we could not refuse, they just brought it all too us.
a weird encounter that left our pockets empty but in a nice way somehow.
enjoyed the town but had to get out, these moroccan people just way too full on, not too even start to mention the boys we got ourselves involved with!!!