Arriving in Morocco
Sunday, March 18th, 2007
And once again, flight has been delayed. Only a half hour this time, but then I spent nearly an hour to get through customs. Not any problems, they just take long with each person, and I apparently chose the slowest worker of all to stand at the back of the queue of. My friend Liz has another good friend, Zakaria, in Marrakech and put me in touch with him before I came. He’d asked if I’d like him to meet me at the airport, to which I said yes to help avoid getting ripped off by the taxi and to help find where I was staying. I hadn’t heard back for sure whether he was going to be there or not, but he was, even enduring how long it took. Big ups to Zak! And I’m sure glad he was there to help, because the address and directions I had to Riad Rahba where I was staying were wrong. After wandering through the souqs a bit trying to find it, he and his other friend Mohamed went off on their own to find it while I stayed at a café for a coffee. Once found, I dropped off my stuff. the decor inside was very nice, in the traditional Moroccan style. Long bench-like sitting around the perimeter, with traditional coverings and tapestries, and an open courtyard area in the middle. [read on]
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