We got up nice and late, and thoroughly enjoyed taking our time getting ready. We almost managed to successfully avoid the slightly sleazy hotel guy but at the last moment he came over for a chat. We went out in search of a cremerie where we could buy picnic items. We bought yoghurts, bread, cheese and fruit, including an expensive apple. As we were walking back through town towards the beach we saw a few cafes but it was too late for breakfast in any of them. We found a place that still had a couple of pain au chocolat left [View Full Entry]

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Ok, so it sounds like we have an addiction to crepes, but we have only had so many because we had to buy our own syrup for the first lot. We sat and ate the crepes whilst waiting for other people to turn up for the collective. We only had to wait about forty minutes for the taxi to fill up and we were on our way. Strangely enough we didn't receive the whole you can buy out the whole taxi spiel which we normally do. When you are the first ones to arrive for a collective they will tell you [View Full Entry]

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The wind sounded entirely uninviting and too fierce to entice us out of bed. We willed ourselves to believe that if we stayed in bed long enough, the wind would disappear. The wind didn't disappear but the day was, so we did eventually get up. Whilst I got ready, Rob nipped out to see if the lady selling crepes was there, but she wasn't. Instead we had breakfast at our hotel which wasn't fantastic but at least it put food in our tummies. The beach was deserted with not even a fisherman in sight. We both thought this strange because although [View Full Entry]

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We woke up this morning not entirely certain of how we were getting to Oualidia. Once we had packed up our bags, we sought out the CTM bus station in the hope that there would be a bus. We were lucky that there was one leaving at twelve thirty and that we could leave our bags there whilst we went for a walk around. I saw that there was a bookshop nearby that had a "small selection" of English language books. The selection was pitiful. There were all the usual classics and then four crime fiction books all by the same [View Full Entry]

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After a few days of "taking care of business" in Casablanca, we were looking forward to heading south along what we anticipated would be the really scenic portion of Morocco's Atlantic coastline. The only big cities we expected to encounter along the way were Safi and Agadir, although we weren't sure just how far we would go past Agadir; the desert outposts along the coast seemed to diminish in appeal the farther south we looked on the map. Our first day's ride out of Casablanca to Azemmour started out less than auspiciously: besides getting a late start, we got thoroughly lost, [View Full Entry]

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10 heure ,mardi le 14 nous quittions Casablanca en direction sud à bord de notre superbe auto,une Suzuki,( au fait je ne crois pas vous l’avoir dit),voilà c’est fait.Empruntant la route qui longe la côte en surplomb nous avons fait un premier arrêt à Al-Jadida,une petite ville fondée en 1513 par les portugais pour protéger leur commerce intérieur.D’ailleur la forteresse que nous avons visitée s’appelle la cité portugaise.Entourée de hauts remparts en assez bonne condition elle fait face à la mer.Un joli petit port y acceuille de non moins jolis petits bateaux qui servent à la pêche à la sardine.On peut [View Full Entry]

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At this camp I switched from English teacher to Librarian. I get enough teaching in my work site and wanted to try something different at camp. The librarian works a slightly different schedule from the other volunteers since I don’t work during class or club time. But I am on duty during all the breaks. Out library is amazing and was stocked by the US Embassy in Rabat (THANK YOU!!!) with over 1,800 books of all levels. We have everything from simple picture books to Huckleberry Finn. We have three different kinds of dictionaries. And what the kids love most is [View Full Entry]

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The best possible escape from hot sandstorms of the Marrakech region is the breezy Atlantic coast. I got to spend the two weeks with fourteen other PCVs and four JICAs (Japanese International Co-operation Agency) in a camp close to downtown El Jedida, and only a five minute walk from the beach. There are lots of camps sponsored by the Moroccan Ministry of Youth and Sports, but four are billed as English speaking camps, of which this camp was Session 3. English Language camps are partly staffed by PCVs from the Youth Development sector; there are also professional Moroccan staff and some [View Full Entry]

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Just like in America, Moroccan kids get a nice long summer vacation. Also like in America, many Moroccan kids go away to summer camp for various activities such as sports, music, art, and language. Just like in the springtime, Peace Corps participates in these ministry sponsored camps by sending volunteers from the Youth Development sector to run language classes and clubs. The extra bonus attached to summer camp is that the ministry provides each volunteer with three scholarships to be handed out at our discretion, i.e. each volunteer picks three kids from their town that would otherwise be unable to pay [View Full Entry]

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We spend a relaxing five days in Essaouria recovering from the mountain experience of woe. Essaouria was a really fab place, busy but relaxed with a combination of artists and rastas who made the whole town have a very chilled out feel. Spent our time sitting and watching and learning to walk again. In our time there we managede to swim in the seam eat freshly caught sardines, flood our bedroom, have a home cooked meal and meet someone who's grandma new Jimi Hendrix (he had a house there). We also made incomprehensible music with some very drunk Moroccans and had [View Full Entry]

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