In Morroco!
I made the last minute decision and caught the ferry over to Tangier from Tarifa with the others. All the guys (Nick, Dave, Adam, and I) decided to head south immediately. Jackie, who has more time and money, decided to stay in Tangier for a couple days so we bid her farewell and boarded the 6 hr high speed to Casablanca. We arrived yesterday around 8 and got a taxi to take us near the city center to a hotel where we ate lavishly and then went next door to a bar blasting live morrocan music (a keyboard/synthesizer, a fiddle, and a singer) and drank cheapish - everything here is cheapish, not crazy inexpensive but a little less costly, compared to Europe - Morrocan beer and smoked hookah. Men and women were dancing in the space between tables and the prostitues who we were seated next to moved around the room one-by-one to sit next to or on the laps of older men, most with moustaches. We got a decent nights sleep in the two rooms and this morning enjoyed a free breakfast of various breads and pastries and orange juice (so fresh-squeezed there were seeds at the bottom of the cup) and then we set out with our packs to find a new, cheaper hotel in the Medina. After a grueling hour trek through crowded crowded streets alive with sidewalk vendors and honking horns and other startlingly foreign activities. Getting around has been challenging (we have two years of middle school french between the four of us) but managable. The people here are incredibly friendly. I’m off now to find food and go see the second largest mosque in the world and what we’ve been told is the nicest beach in Morroco. More soon..
