Blogs from Guelmim, Morocco, Africa - page 2

Dans le bus d'Agadir vers Sidni Ifni 27 mars ... Je prend donc place dans le bus CTM bien propre d'Agadir. Je suis assis à côté d'une marocaine dans la vingtaine, serré dans son hijab noir, me donnant un peu l'impression de regarder sourire la lune. Elle me parle en français. Je suis surpris, non pas de son français impeccable, mais qu'elle me parle, tout simplement. C'est que depuis mon arrivée au Maroc, les discussions avec les femmes d'ici ne dépassent rarement qu'une seule phrase avant qu'elles ne baissent les yeux et s'éclipsent. Ma voisine de banc se prénomme Leila et, partit de Casablanca, elle est en route pour un quartier pauvre de Tiznit pour y visiter sa famille. Elle est revenu en février d'un stage d'une année en Suisse, ce qui explique son ouverture d'esprit. ... read more

Chialam koniecznie dodac do opisu Tiznitu legende o jego powstaniu. Masteczko w ktorym tak sztywno reagowali na psa i gdzie nie moglismy znalesc noclegu, a wiesc o naszym przybyciu rozniosla sie w t.zw mig. Otoz dawno dawno temu w czasach, kiedy w karawanach nie miano jeszcze anten satalitarnych, klimatyzacji,nawigacji,internetu,telefonu i goracego prysznica(tak istnialy takie czasy) a bezdroza Sahary przemierzaly karawany z wielbladami rabowane przez Tuaregow (i innych), w czasach gdy w namiotach nomadow kobiety pustyni wykonywaly swoje zmyslowe tance na kolanach ( z powodu braku miejsca na pozycje stojaca) a w oazach podrozujacych szejkow zabawialy dzielne hurysy (ktore oprocz wielu nieziemskich zalet mialy tez zdolnosc zachowania wiecznego dziewictwa dla kazdego goscia) no wlasnie w tych czasach przez pustynie wedrowala sobie nierzadnica o imieniu Laila. Spieczona pustynia i wedrowka... read more

So I finally got to Tan Tan after almost pissing myself on the bus --- thank God for the police check point (2nd of 3), although the cop seemed pretty disgusted with me when I pissed on the ground next to him. I found a nice hotel (100 DH) and spent today at the beach (I must put on more sunscreen next time!). I continue to be amazed by the honesty of Moroccans (example: I man found and returned my 1 Dihram I dropped on the bus). I've eaten pizza the past two nights, but when will I get the chance again? I just finished “Half of a Yellow Sun”. Excellent! And now I can leave it here. Off to Layounne tomorrow at 10:15 am. ... read more

Our First Experiences in… The Western Sahara In early March, we found ourselves headed towards the Western Saharian province of Morocco. We set off from Tiznit in the early afternoon, under cloudy skies. It was one of our poorer efforts in hitchhiking in Morocco; we waited fully two hours before we found the right ride. A Casablacan couple with a rather large and luxurious suv finally picked us up, and drove us some 30 kilometres in total, 15 of which were completely out of their way. The drive took us p about 500 metres, into the foothills of the Anti Atlas, and as we got out of the car, we were greeted by a fierce and wintery wind. It harshley reminded us of our last days in Europe, back in January. We settled into a ... read more

We woke up to find an infestation of flies in our room. They were everywhere and kept on landing on us. We dressed hurriedly and opened the doors and windows so they could escape. We were told that there were buses to Mirleft and with the memory of our grand taxi ordeal too fresh in our Minds; we deigned to wait for the bus. Overnight the weather had changed from blistering heat to gale force winds. We sat and waited for the bus whilst dust and gravel was blowing everywhere; we were covered and had it in our hair, mouths and all over our clothes. The bus was about as comfortable as the wait for the bus. We did get some seats, but two older women got on so we gave them up. I positioned myself ... read more