Sat 16/07/11 15:28
On to Tangier

I left Essaouria yesterday at about 1230, to a rather lackluster farewell. Sitting in a dirty little bus station for about an hour before you leave anywhere is not very glamourous to say the least. This was no exception. I did though get a front row seat on the bus with no one sitting next to me, so that was kind of nice… no, that was nice. Ever since the rest of the group left I’ve been trying to get used to traveling alone, and to be honest it has been difficult. Wherever I go I’m second guessing myself on my plans, on timings, and generally anything that has some variable to it. For example I’m feeling a little bit uneasy that right now I’m on the right train and that I’m sitting in the correct seat. Is someone going to come over and tell me that I’m heading to Cairo instead of Tangier? Oh, did I mention that I’m on a train right now?

I stayed last night in the same hotel/riad that the group stayed the last night of the tour, but it really lacked any life without the others there. On the way to the hotel I convinced the driver to make a stop at the train depot so I could get today’s ticket to Tangier, and one other stop to get some food for the night. There wasn’t going to be any last dinner or trip into Marrakech for some pictures of the medina, or any thing else. What I ended up doing is some laundry, check email, and try to get a room when I arrive in Tangier. I also paced around the room for a while, and ended up going to bed pretty early.

So as mentioned I’m sitting on a train making my way to Tangier via Casablanca. The steady methodic roll of the car is putting the majority of the people around me to sleep. It was doing it to me as well, but then I decided to write this, so probably in a few minutes I’ll be just like them.

I think I’ve finally getting over the stomach bug that I’d been fighting, or at least it’s in a kind of, remission. On the other side though last night I started getting a runny nose which may mean that now I’m getting a cold. I really hope not.

Sat 16/07/11 15:26

Today is my second day in Essauaria and I’m feeling a little bit bored. I think the main reason is, is that I’m traveling alone now. I realized that I don’t have the comfort of knowing that there is anyone that I can talk to about my day or hear what they did. After all tours it’s the same, and it’s not like I didn’t expect this, it’s just now that I am living it, it’s a little bit more real. No worries though.

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I headed out to get another look at the city, starting with the area outside of the medina. The area I went to adjacent to the wall that shielded the city from the ocean, but isn’t inside the walled area where the shops are. I was surprised how poor the area was. I walked for at least two kilometers along the wall and in that time didn’t see a paved road, though I did on my way back. I remember being in Mexico as a child and walking through the village we were staying at and there was only one paved road, that’s kind of what this reminded me of. I like seeing how people live more than what we’re supposed to see as a tourist, and this morning gave me a feel of just that.

After making my way back to the medina, I wandered my way down alleys watching the shop owners getting ready for the upcoming rush of tourists. They were hanging shoes, sweeping stoops, and stocking up on fruit. I don’t think one of them even noticed me looking in storefront windows and to make it even better, I wasn’t scared off by over zealous sellers because I stayed too long. During this time the medina is beautifully simple. I finally made my way to the end and back to where my hotel is and had a coffee. I went out later and did some shopping, but nothing to talk about.

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There was one thing that I thought was just the coolest thing I had happen to me lately. It happened yesterday as I was sitting on the rocks of the beach waiting for the sun to set. The only reason I am adding this here is that I just want to remember it later on. Anyway, I was sitting about 30 meters from the break wall that I talked about earlier on some craggy rocks, possibly lava, but it doesn’t really matter, I was away from the majority of people sitting by myself without anyone around for at least twenty meters. I hear someone coming up, a small boy, maybe 4 or 5 years old looking in the small tide pools for fish/mussels/crabs or whatever. I turn back to the sun and about 2 minutes later the kid is trying to get around me, it’s really craggy rocks that aren’t easy to walk on, I move my feet and after a couple of grunts, he manages to get past and then sits right next to me. He doesn’t look at me, he doesn’t say anything, but he’s sitting like 1 cm from me. I thought it was so cute that he just wanted to sit there, and maybe he felt safe sitting next to a man. I notice that he’s inspecting some of the things that he’d found in the pools, and seemingly unhappy with his find, he throws them back, one by one. After about ten minutes he gets up, and heads away, at about 5 meters away he turns and yells “au revoir.” It was just a cute kid. I think if I had known how sweet kids could be, I’d have had a couple when I was younger.

I had dinner with Fabien and a friend from his hostel that night. It was nice to be around people as it takes a little bit of the sting off of traveling alone.

Tomorrow at 12:30 I head back to Marrakech for the end of the tour…yep, even though I’m traveling alone, and had the last meal two days ago, I’m technically still on the tour, seems kind of strange to me. I think I’m going to head to Tangier next and then cross the Straits of Gibraltar early next week. That’s the plan at least.

Thu 14/07/11 05:43
A small city on the coast

I got out of the van, grabbed my backpacks, and said good-bye to the driver. The bus station wasn’t well marked, but there were enough people moving around to be sure that the building in front of me was what I was looking for. The first thing I did was to find a place to sit down and the second thing was to figure out the system. It seems that every country/city has its own system for buses (and other forms of travel) and until you do it once you never know if you’re actually going to get where you need to. It’s for that reason that I feel that it’s always a good idea to spend about ten minutes just watching people. While I was sitting there I noticed another backpacker getting out of a taxi and heading in, and not too much time later I noticed him again without his pack. So I asked him where he put his pack, and promptly followed his lead. I later ran into him again and found out that he is from Germany and as luck would have it, was heading to Essaouira as well, it even went as far as our assigned seats were together. It’s always nice to have someone to talk to on a journey, and he was talkative and was an experienced traveller.

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After four hours and a good conversation we arrived at Essaouira. Now to be honest, I’d never heard of this city or village before and I had no idea what to expect when I arrived, but when I did it was a nice surprise. It has some of the bad things that tourist”y” places have, like dozens of people bugging you for hotel rooms, and taxi drivers insisting that you ride with them, but it also had a charm about it. It was dirty, but comfortable, crowded, but simple. Like I said there is/was a charm to it.

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The area that I’m staying in is part of an old fort I think, it’s got high wall surrounding it, which are most notable on the ocean side of the souk. The walls are something like thirty feet high, and in some areas the ocean breaks right on the wall, other areas, there are rocks that break the water. It makes for a very picturesque image. I took so many pictures of waves and boats, and walls, that I’m going to have a very hard time deciding which to add to the blog. I hung out on some of the rocks outside of a retaining wall for about 90 minutes to watch the sun go down, and then headed for cover from the wind. Oh, I didn’t mention the wind… very windy here… very, very, windy here.

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Thu 14/07/11 05:42
The last dinner

kenneth curtis summer 2011: kennethcurtis.comSo the tour was on it’s last night and to celebrate we decided to have a nice dinner in Marrakech. It was a nice time, but to be honest I was kind of glad that I was getting away from one person on the tour (and the tour leader). I’m not going to go into details, but I knew that if the tour lasted too much longer that I probably would have ended up saying something rude to one of the girls that we’d be traveling with. On the other hand, there were four Brits that were the best. They were fun, they never started conflicts, and I completely enjoyed traveling with them. I will miss them on the rest of my journey.

Thu 14/07/11 05:41
Day 1

We got into Marrakesh about 2 this afternoon and the first thing after checking into the hotel, I headed to the pool. The problem was, or rather is, since that’s where I’m writing this right now, is that it’s overcast and looks like it may rain shortly. Oh well, it’s still warm and the water in the pool was just perfect.

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So the weather is warm, I’m sitting beside the pool writing on my blog, I don’t think it can get more relaxing that this. The day started when we left the hotel that we stayed in last night. I find it hard to remember names, but the hotel was at the base of a Kasbah that has been used in many Hollywood movies, including Gladiator and I think Kingdom of Heaven. The Kasbah, or collection of buildings, is built on the side of a mountain/hill and is an impressive mix of old world crumbling and renovated houses crammed into a tight space separated only by very narrow roads or alleys. I always enjoy seeing old buildings and when you add the fact that I’ve seen this structure in many movies it makes the whole experience great.

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Tonight we’re going to the medina to do a little bit of shopping and to watch some of the entertainers. When we were in Meknes, about the second day of the tour we got a little bit of a taste of the street entertainers, but supposedly Marrakesh has a lot more. I expect to see snake charmers, magicians, and other fun stuff.

Thu 14/07/11 05:41
and I’ve got a bug

I’m writing this several days after the experience, so bear with me. I haven’t had much of a chance just to spend the time to write. I do get some free time, but it is usually used for necessities, and unfortunately this blog is more fun than a requirement.

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One of the things that I really wanted to do while in Morocco was to go camping in the Sahara. In fact probably the reason I chose this tour is that it showed people riding camels in the Sahara desert to go camping. So today I was pretty excited to be heading towards our base camp. Before leaving though, the day before, I got a bug, I’m not sure what kind, but I think it was food poisoning. It didn’t knock me on my butt, but it did slow me down and because of that, the trip to the base camp for the camel ride I wasn’t very good company. It’s was about a four hour drive and it’s hard to explain what was going on, but the best way is that I had the normal symptoms that you get from a slight case of food poisoning (which I don’t think I need to explain) but one major symptom was that I was super tired, so tired that I could barely raise my head and because of this I ended up sleeping in the van most of the way. We got to the base camp and our tour guide got me a room so I could lie down before we headed out.

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About an hour later we were on camels for the ride to our camp. If you can imagine  the movie, Lawrence of Arabia then you can imagine the type of dunes that we crossed- large, golden mountains of shifting sand.  I still wasn’t feeling that well, but I did feel good enough to enjoy where I was and how it felt to be doing what I was fortunate enough to be doing. About time for dinner I could smell the food cooking and it was making me feel a little bit queasy so I decided to head to the side of the dune near the camp. It was kind of cool in a weird way to be close enough to be hearing what was going on with everyone else but surrounded by the darkness of the desert. I eventually faded into sleep only to be awakened by a noise off in the distance. I could see a silhouette of a man about 50 meters away, but it was dark and I couldn’t tell what he was doing. It looked like he was just stopped staring at me. I tried to shine my flashlight on him, but it was too weak. I eventually lost my nerve and got up and headed to my tent, it was then that I made out the form in the distance as a grazing camel. Okay, so I felt a little embarrassed about it, but it did make me laugh.

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