It's just after 9am, and here is a list of some of the things I've already done this morning: Watched the moon set and the sun rise - somehow I fell asleep at 8:30 last night, so I was up crazy early! Read a handful of articles on the UNHCR's recent work in the Western … Continue reading À la Capitale: my move to Rabat
So after some mishaps in transportation to the airport, I managed to make it out of France and back to Morocco (oddly, no questions asked about my new passport!) So far, I'm not nearly as anxious as I thought I might have been. Though, I've yet to make the transition to Rabat, where I'll actually be … Continue reading Back in the Kingdom: Returning to Maroc
Bssaha. To your health. Or, more accurately, thank god you bathed. It's a common expression, used not only to "cheers" you and your renewed sense of self-worth, but largely to acknowledge all things new; clothes, meals, haircuts, baths... Which is to say that it's about time I talk again about the hammam. It was a beautiful … Continue reading Moving on: breaking up with the hammam (and thinking about France!)
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I started writing something on the plane, trying to capture all the whirlwind that was landing this job and landing in this country. But I kind of abandoned it and didn't pick it back up when I got reconnected, and now I'm having trouble finding its flow. So I'm offering this: it was mayhem. I … Continue reading On the way: getting to Morocco
Yesterday was a sad day. Not because I was crammed onto a minibus to drive for 8 hours across the desert, still exhausted from the epic border-crossing journey the day before. Not because I was flying solo on the cursed Valentine's day (in fact I had very little reminder of this, despite there being elaborate … Continue reading At the table: Couscous Fridays
Well, I made it. After 12+ hours on the road, I landed in Nouadibhou, Mauritania. For such a place and after such an adventure, I had really hoped to be in touch ASAP, so I was disappointed when my Moroccan SIM no longer worked in Mauri! Come on guys, let me roam! So this post … Continue reading On the border: Dakhla to Nouadhibou
Okay, one thing I can start with are the two rules I live by these days. The backstory: my first night in Morocco involved a hugely overpriced taxi ride, an extremely persistant tout, and a good, yet also terribly overpriced meal. Welcome to Tangier. The next day, I tried to put my game face on, … Continue reading In the street: my two golden rules.
I'm struggling to compile my thoughts on nearly 11 weeks in Morocco, all into a handful of posts. How to condense such an experience into a few little notes? I'm in Dakhla now, the last stop before crossing the border into Mauritania. I have heard that it's something to be prepared for: more basic than … Continue reading On the web: hello, world!