Reiseberichte

Through Morocco

Obviously the picture download has not worked...
Ruth and I have been travelling for a week now and are dealing with a lot of imput. The first contact with the locals on the airport of Casablanca was the followin:
In blind trust that Nadas parents will pick us up (although our flight was an hour late) we were not concerned about the address which we ought to put on our immigration slip. When being asked by the immigration people where we were staying, Ruth explained to them that we were staying with our friends parents. The man of the house was Mohammed. The two old man behind the counter looked at each other, telling us, "me, Mohammed, him Mohammed", so i had to learn that this piece of information was lacking some preciseness...
We were overwhelmed by the unbelieveable hospitality of Nadas family. Not enough that they picked us up form the airport, they waited for us and our 1 hour delayed flight and treated us like family. They took us to a Wedding (to which we were late of course) right after. Ruth and I did kind of stick out among those beautiful dressed and made up people in their exquisite cloths and their elegance. And the two stinky, uncultivated Europeans, that did not even speak French. Anyway, after trying to ignore us being totally being out of place (which was easy as everybody was too kind and friendly) we had an amazing party until 5 in the moring.

The next steps were Marrakesh, Agadir and now we were blown to Essaquira (which I spellt incorrectly).

Maybe we get time to tell you more about the friends we made in Agadir, the guy that I almost got fired (as we "stole" our luggage from the first class bus dennying to hand in our baggage receit and some more...) and the more.

A bientot and how i wish to speak French...

posted by SweetT @ 11:10 AM