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I just returned from seven days in Morocco and I wish to give a little overview of my feelings for this country and what I experienced.

But first I would add that I did this trip with Normadic Tours and except from the guides I was the only person with a culture not deriving from England. This was pretty much a downturn, though the people were nice. I had no idea of most of their childhood memories or fridays in the Australian way or Vegimite for that matter. So I wont spent much time on arguing my travelpartners, but just say that I pretty much felt like an outsider in this group.

Stepping off my beloved Europe

Anna Sofie Andersen
2006-08-21 17:48:57

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I just returned from seven days in Morocco and I wish to give a little overview of my feelings for this country and what I experienced.

But first I would add that I did this trip with Normadic Tours and except from the guides I was the only person with a culture not deriving from England. This was pretty much a downturn, though the people were nice. I had no idea of most of their childhood memories or fridays in the Australian way or Vegimite for that matter. So I wont spent much time on arguing my travelpartners, but just say that I pretty much felt like an outsider in this group.

Morocco on the other hand surprised me quite a bit. I had expected to be hazled quite a lot in Tangier Port, but not one guy became attracted by my volnurable blond look and I felt I had missed something in the sense that all you hear is about the hazles in Tangier and I would have liked to see it though not in the extreme that many people do. I was also surprised about the Medinas in Fez and Meknes and so forth. I had expected hash-fields in the Rif-mountainsthat the smell of spices would have been stronger than that of pis, but it wasn't and far from. I never really found the exotic smells of the Medina.

At the same time I also got surprised by the beauties of the Rif-mountains and the exiting feelings one get of walking through the thousands of streets of Fez and the long sandy beaches at Cap Spartel. As with any country so far distant from ones own, I found that many a good thing overshadowed the bad. I could take the bad smell and the people hazling for money, because of my overwhelming feeling about the existence of such a place like a medina and the nature surrounding the Rif.

Of all the cities I saw on the way I must admit that Chefchaouen was the one I liked the most. I fell in love with the blue and white coloured medina, which made it seem clean and with the amazing Rif around it. It seemed to have a reason and a sense, where as ...