It was great. If you want to know more, buy me a beer.
Travelers:
The Colonel
Lovely Mona
Young Steven
Hud the Stud
Highlights:
Flight from Jeddah to Casablanca goes over the Nile and a lot of the Sahara
In Casablanca Airport, pass historic hangar where Claude Rains "rounds up the usual suspects"
BEAUTIFUL WOMEN in the airport speaking French, which only makes them sexier
Shuttle to Mazagan with a driver who played his Arabic rock and roll for me, but spoke no English
Steven likes the gift toy airplane, but cannot care less for "refreshing towelettes" that I prized as a kid
Body surf in the Atlantic Ocean from an African beach, but not as well as I could 35 years ago
Driving to Essouira past incredible scenery with donkeys and buggies everywhere
Romantic Villa Maroc (seriously; not just because of the recent Saudi experience)
Walking through the fish market seeing weird-looking fish
Buying 2 Gnaoua CDs that are really, really good
A Beneteau First sailboat tied up at the Essouira fishing wharf
Driving to Marrakech: every imaginable shade of brown/copper/orange in the desert
Changing hotel rooms a few times
Hanging at the pool with BEER and BEAUTIFUL WOMEN IN BIKINIS
Pork is served again. And again. And again. And again. (Hallelujah!)
Steven plays chess with chess pieces 3 feet tall and drives pedal-powered race cars
Belly dancing (there are a lot of BEAUTIFUL WOMEN in Morocco) and lamb tagine with BEER
Got my photo taken with Sigourney Weaver (OK, got my photo taken with a photo of Sigourney Weaver)
Flight delay of 6 hours means Hud sleeps on the floor of the Casablanca Airport (Moroccan camping!)
Soccer scarf from Maroc (that's FRENCH)
A shot glass for BEER that has not yet been used
A wallet from Marrakech (cheesy, but easily holds the big wads of cash an International Traveler requires)
Rest. Lots of rest. Lots of much-needed rest.
Thanks to:
The Colonel, Mona, and Steven for allowing me into their family for a week (I owe you guys!)
Bogart and the fabulous Ingrid Bergman for making Casablanca synonymous with romance
Jimi Hendrix for hanging out in Essouira
Crosby, Stills, Nash for introducing me to Marrakech
Morocco Mole for adding that touch of international intrigue to the entire week
The fabulous owner of the Villa Maroc, who shared our breakfast on her roof terrace
Royal Air Maroc, who really didn't fly me anywhere
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Photos: (Not many; sorry I was too busy having fun!)
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| It does NOT say Royal Air Maroc, as my fellow traveler points out. |
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| Sign in the Casablanca airport: Civilized people here, obviously. |
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| I am here. It says "Kingdom of Morocco" in FRENCH, which is sexy. |
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| This road goes everywhere: Casablanca, Rabat, and Marrakech |
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| This sign is in Arabic and FRENCH. (Hoooooooo, baby! This place is awesome!) |
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| Gas station. Most are this size, actually. |
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| Steven catches a ride to the Villa Maroc in Essouira |
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| Interior courtyard at the Villa Maroc |
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| She's smiling at me! |
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| Beneteau First: seen a lot of years, but still looks good. |
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| Coke is not readily available in the Kingdom. Good to see it in Maroc. |
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| Souvenirs should be functional, because your memories are stirred every time you use them |
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