The Rockin' Moroccans

Well, we made it across the Strait of Gibraltar and landed on the African continent in the country of Morocco. Crossing the 15km stretch of water has taken us into a completely different world. Alien cultures - gotta love them.


We landed in the Port of Tangier. Renowned for its sleazy and shady nature, we were a little apprehensive about staying there, but we found it to be hassle free. The most offensive part of our visit was the smell from the port - burffff! We whiled away the hours indulging in what they call "Moroccan whisky" (a.k.a mint tea) and the kilos of nougat found at the markets. Somebody call a doctor - Three hours into Morocco and we were already going into diabetic comas! These people sure know how to party with sugar. Everything is saturated with sugar.


We worked our way down the coast to Rabat - the capital city. Rabat is a hip and happpening mixture of old and new: the architecture, the culture, the food. Here you will find men and women in traditional wear, executives in suits and local surfies all cruising the medina and hanging out in the afternoon looking over the beach.

Then came Casablanca! Ahhhh, we finally made it to Bogart and Bergman territory. Anyone who has been inspired to visit the city of Casablanca because of the film: Do Not Go!! It is a stinky hole with nothing to offer, except the Hassan II Mosque which was mighty impressive. The city is nothing like the film and I doubt that it ever was. It was filthy and sleazy and we couldn't get out quick enough.

Heading into the desert, we have stopped in the intoxicating city of Marrakesh, with it's mesmerising medina full of snake charmers, acrobats and stalls selling anything from shoes to spices to sandalwood. During the day, the marketplace is the place to be. But it really comes alive at night. Once the heat has died off, and the food starts cooking, the locals come out to play. It is actually that time right now... we're off to eat and be entertained. See ya.