My to-do list for the next few days is alarmingly long. I also spent most of today sitting on my floor surrounded by all the stuff I’ve managed to accumulate over the past few months and trying to work out how I can condense it into a suitcase-sized block. Someone who’s good at Tetris needs to come help me. Plus Alyce and Preet have both left, so our flat feels very big and empty and lonely right now (our other flatmate’s still invisible and Sam’s family is here so she’s with them). I mean, I can’t justify being too sad, I do get to go to Turkey this weekend, and I did just get back from my highly spontaneous trip to Bath, Oxford and York (which, incidentally, was amazing and I’ll tell you all about it soon!). It’s just a bit depressing working out when the last time you’ll get to see someone is.
Monday
For all of those thinking about going to Morocco at some point, here’s a hot tip for you. Casablanca’s kinda boring. They didn’t even film the movie Casablanca there! Crushing, I know. So we spent a grand total of a morning there in the Hassan II mosque before heading off to our next stop. That’s not to say that the mosque wasn’t absolutely incredible, because it was. I’m going to throw a whole bunch of pictures at you now! Basic facts: largest mosque in Morocco, seventh-largest anywhere in the world, and the minaret (the tower) is the world’s tallest at 210m.
It’s fairly new, completed in 1993 (such a good year, just by the way), which means it has lots of fancy extras. For example, see this massive fancy roof? This roof that weighs over 1000 tonnes?
Yeah. That retracts completely. In five minutes.
We tried to find the big red button just so we could test this claim. Sadly, I think they hide the button quite well.
This is part of the giant hammam (washroom) system underneath the mosque. It’s a necessary step for those wishing to pray in the mosque to conduct ritualised washing before they do so, and at prayer time all of these big mushroom-shaped things have water flowing out of their tops.
This is another part of the washing system.
And because colours and patterns make me happy, I decided quite early on into this trip that I’d take photos every time I saw a different mosaic pattern. Here’s just some of the photos I got from the mosque.
ALL OF THE PATTERNS.
ALL OF THE COLOURS.
Then we jumped on a train and headed to Meknes. The common consensus was that we liked Meknes much more than Casablanca. For one thing, it’s beautiful. Look at the gardens!
We were also lucky enough to get a guided tour all around Meknes. So we went to a variety of places, like a shrine to a lovely guy called Moulay Ismail. I’ll tell you why he’s so lovely in a minute.
Look, a fountain.
Here’s an incredibly creepy underground prison system. The prisoners were both imprisoned here and helped to dig it out. There’s kilometres and kilometres of tunnel.
Apparently Moulay Ismail, the ruler in Meknes around the 17th and 18th centuries, and the subject of the shrine we saw earlier, was a bit vicious. He enjoyed cutting peoples’ heads off, just to show that he could. He also enjoyed the decorative potential of these severed heads, so hung ten thousand of them from his city walls so his enemies could also appreciate his interior design prowess. He was also a bit vindictive. Moulay Ismail was responsible for moving Morocco’s capital from Fez to Meknes, so he was responsible for much of the development in Meknes. To help him out, he…politely requested the help of more than 25,000 slaves. Many of these slaves were Christians who’d been captured from Europe in pirate raids. Understandably, their home countries weren’t the best pleased about this, and sent ambassadors to Morocco to bargain for their citizens’ freedom. Obligingly, Moulday Ismail built a lovely Ambassadors’ Pavilion, where he could receive all of these guests. Little did they know that he’d built it directly over the underground prison, and the ambassadors were standing over the heads of their countrymen.
When he wasn’t chopping off heads and being a general baddie, he was…enjoying other pursuits, and is alleged to have 888 children. Before you discount this as a fable or exaggeration, apparently records prove that he reached 867 kids in 1703 (of which 525 were sons), the 700th son popped out in 1721, and good old Moulay Ismail died in 1727.
But you know, he’s got a shrine now, so I guess he’s happy. Maybe.
We also went to the souks in the medina of Meknes, and it was incredible. Lots of colour, yelling, haggling, food everywhere, and also a butcher who hung camel heads outside his stall. There’s no photo of that, I was in shock. Here’re some nicer photos.
In other fun news, I was proposed to, and learnt that if you want to impress a date you take them to McDonald’s. We also saw a silversmith’s workshop (maybe not a silversmith, as he used metal with silver wire…) and were able to see him demonstrate how he makes different pieces.
Tuesday
Another train journey, this one to Fes, and another guided tour.
We saw the gates to the Royal Palace…
Complete with orange trees. If you like oranges, Morocco is the place for you. Fresh orange juice is everywhere. Oranges are everywhere. I think I consumed my entire year’s worth of vitamin C in two weeks.
Then we drove up to a viewpoint that gave us uninterrupted views over much of Fes. I don’t have a fancy-schmancy camera that lets me do panorama shots, but imagine these all stuck together.
And that’s just part of the view. Fairly amazing.
Then we went to a pottery and mosaic workshop. This whole visiting-workshops thing became a pretty common (and almost a little irritating by the end) feature of our trip. We’d be given a talk about whatever they were making (the quality of said talk varied dramatically), and then asked if we wanted to buy anything (with varying degrees of pushiness). But it’s an interesting learning experience anyway. Here we saw the men making the pottery…
And then how the mosaics were assembled. There’s a big frame that they fit the little bits of coloured tiles to (this is a sink, so obviously the coloured tiles are facing down so they’ll be the right way up when it’s flipped over). You’d think they wouldn’t be pushing stuff like sinks and tables and fountains at travellers, right? Wrong. Everywhere that sold larger items, like pottery, rugs, or large leather items, they all so very kindly offered to ship it home for us. Anywhere in the world, they said. How generous.
And then the to-be-expected shop. Don’t take all this complaining about the pushiness to mean that the stuff they were selling wasn’t good quality, because most of the time it was, it just felt a bit like we were another bunch of hapless tourists bought in to ooh and ahh over everything, then spend money. Still lovely things, promise! See?
Then we went into the medina.
There were normal sized streets (albeit with some alarmingly-looking wooden structures)…
Then some smaller streets…
Oooh look, some green things….
And then the teeniest street ever. I honestly believe that some people would not be able to fit down this street. If you’d had a big lunch, you might not be able to fit down this street.
Then the yummiest-looking strawberries I’ve ever seen.
Then a donkey who looked like Eeyore. Sad donkey 😦
Then we found a stall that loaned massive cooking pots to people who were throwing a party, or cooking for a wedding or a reception or something. Imagine how much food you’d cook in one of these things!
See all those coloured blocks? They’re nougat. Massive blocks of nougat. OH THE COLOURS.
This is an old university. Those windows near the top are where the students at the university used to live. Jealousy much?
Group photo!
Then one of those quintessential Moroccan experiences – a tannery. The colours came out better on camera than it looked in real life!
You can kinda see in the top photo the guy in his massive rubber boots-and-pants thing stamping on the skins in the dye.
After that we went to a carpet workshop, where we got to watch the women doing a really-complicated weaving system on a vertical loom. When you see that kind of work,and realise how long making a carpet would take (months and months and MONTHS) you begin to understand how carpets can be so expensive!
After carpets came weaving. Although it was a solely female workforce in the carpet workshop, the weaving seemed to be exclusively for guys. It’s quite a physical process I suppose. Yes, weaving, it is physical, I swear! You have to step on pedals at the same time as yanking on those ropes you can kinda see in the photo, one arm first then the other.
Wednesday
Today was a free day, so we were effectively let loose in Fes to do what we wanted. We were offered the choice of a few day trips, but none of them sounded particularly interesting for the price so we thought we’d just explore the medina a bit more. Here’s the Blue Gate, which was our one point of navigation: in the medina, there’s little signs on walls that point you in the direct of the Blue Gate, so we just followed them!
And another shot of the medina.
Today, everyone had chicken for lunch. I didn’t, because I’m not a big meat-eating person. Cool story bro? There is a point to this. It will become apparent soon.
OOH A MYSTERY.
Thursday
Today we drove (yes, we acquired a mini-bus with our own driver who was absolutely hilarious) through the Middle Atlas Mountains. It rained. I didn’t think it rained much in Morocco, but there you go.
Here’s a statue of a lion. Why is there a statue of a lion? That’s a good question. I’m sure there’s some explanation, I was probably distracted when we were being told.
And then we kept driving, first through some lovely forests…
AND THEN IT STARTED SNOWING.
This is Morocco.
What is snow doing here?
I’m smiling. This is just to cover my confusion.
And I’m not talking some piddling little snowflakes either. I’m talking proper, white, there-is-definitely-unarguably-snow snow. See?
I’m still confused.
Because this is what our hotel looked like, only a few hours away.
You remember how I said there was a camel head hanging outside the butcher’s stall in the souk? Camel’s a legitimate food source here. And when in Rome…
It didn’t taste as bad as I thought it would. Bit chewy.
I stuck to my vegetarianism after that. And coincidentally, and completely unrelated to vegetarianism in general, a few people started feeling a bit unwell today. THE MYSTERY DEEPENS. Well, no, it doesn’t. You should really have worked it out by now.
We saw some more weaving today…
And went for a walk around the village near our hotel in an area called Midelt (which, fun fact, is 1500m above sea level).
This is Mustapha, our lovely tour leader, in his equally lovely bright blue djellaba (the traditional Moroccan robe-type thing with a pointy hood).
Then we had tea with a local man, Mohammed, in his house (he built it himself!).
Friday
Aaaaand today, pretty much everyone was sick. Who wasn’t? The two of us who, surprise surprise, hadn’t eaten the chicken that day in Fes. I haven’t touched chicken since. Not that I’m paranoid or anything…
It wasn’t a particularly good day to get sick, because today we were off to the Sahara!
First, there was a lot of driving on death-defying roads. And the obligatory viewpoints. There’s always viewpoints.
Look, an oasis!
And then we arrived in the desert.Wasn’t the best day for those who value general visibility, as well as not swallowing lots of sand.
Don’t panic, Mustapha taught us how to wrap our scarves around our faces. Which of course meant we had to take lots of photos like this.
Then we met our camels. I named mine Brenda the Wonder Camel. Marshall understands this, I’m not sure if anyone else does. You’d understand it too if you grew up with us.
Meet Brenda. She’s a bit shy.
Then we set off on our Saharan adventure!
First we saw desert.
Then we saw desert.
Look, there’s our camel caravan!
Then we discovered more desert.
And finally, after becoming closely acquainted with much desert, we reached our home for the night, which was a berber camp.
You’d think a berber camp would be pretty basic, yes?
Not this one. Think electricity and flushing toilets.
After dinner, we watched a small drumming performance from some local men. After everyone else had gone to sleep, Amy and I got to have a go at being taught some of the drumming patterns. Won’t be giving up my day job I don’t think.
That night, I slept outside under the stars next to the campfire. I wish I could say that it was because the stars were so incredibly beautiful (they were, I swear) but honestly I was just really tired and couldn’t be bothered moving so I just stayed there and slept in a pile of blankets and pillows.
And that’s all for now kids, I have to go deal with the growing mess that is my room. I swear the mess gets bigger every time I turn around. And as per last blog, if you haven’t organised a final skype with me, do it soon because this might be my last chance until I’m home. OH WOW I’M GOING TO BE HOME SOON.
LOVE YOU ALL, miss you to bits!