Morocco Mush
OK, I am going to try and pull off a miracle and be in Morocco and tell you about Brazil which is fading quickly in my mind. See, Morocco is intense and the culture shock is even more than I imagined. I flew overnight and was RAM’d (Royal Air Morocco – that is)! Forget the details – just never take them (you were right, Margot!!!!!!). Just one detail – they lose a large percentage of bags including mine and they do not give a damn! Second day way better because it was at the airport even though they claimed not to have a record of it.
I am in Fez or is it Fes? I do not know or care because I am still dreaming about the all the lovely, happy, friendly Brazilians and not too impressed with the cramped medina folks. I am sure (not really) that the place will grow on me. At least the bootsnall tour folks are good and the fellow groupies are fun. I also miss the tropics. Whether in Latin America, Hawaii or Africa – I always feel in the right place with the tropics. Desert can be interesting, but it isn’t me.
I like no problemo or nada and this place is anything but. Picture lying on a beautiful beach with a cold tropical fruit juice being smiled at by a beauty in a thong (Brazil) and replace that with a crazy, filthy alley being thirsty and someone in a burqa probably not looking at you and probably not smiling. Ouch! Remember waking from my worst nightmare (Capetown)? Well, personally this is worse 🙂
Maybe writing about Brazil won’t be so difficult afterall! Maybe staying present isn’t all it is cracked up to be…
Tags: Africa, Morocco, Travel
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