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After two intense weeks during which I worked in several part-time jobs, I packed my bags and went to Morocco. This wasn’t the first time I went there. Being of Algerian and Moroccan descents, I’ve often gone to those two countries. While I would usually drag my feet to go to Algeria (my father’s from a small village lost in the mountains where there’s absolutely nothing to do over there), I love going to Morocco once in a while! And it’s in Meknes – where my family lives and where I have my habits – that I lay down my hat. I love wandering in the Medina, going for a stroll in a horse-drawn carriage around the Moulay-Ismail palace, rediscovering the taste of a halal BigMac and chicken nuggets or just revitalizing myself. Yet, this year, with my family, we chose to break from our routine and to go visit a seaside city: Tangier…
For this purpose, we went by the most common interregional means of transport: train. I will summarize the journey in a word. The Moroccan train: a nightmare! The places are not attributed and there’s no selling limitation: as long as people want to buy, you sell. Therefore, you end up in a much too crowded train where some people are seated on the floor or in front of a running train! Others are standing for hours! And let’s talk about the heat: there’s no air conditioning and you cannot open the windows. And don’t get me started about the toilets… We took 6 hours going there and 5 hours coming back (in addition to the forty minutes train delay). A Tangier-Meknes journey takes normally four hours top. No need to say I was very tired and very angry.
However, all that anger just disappeared when I got there. I got a huge crush for joyous and festive Tangier, a city where life begins at nightfall. You walk along the banks and you can see anything and everything: an enormous (and free) music concert, an improvised funfair, food trucks galore, people who picnic in the streets at night, women who propose to put henna on your hands and/or feet, men who invite children to make a remote-controlled car tour (and a tuk-tuk tour for the adults)… People dance, laugh and just have fun. This good mood is contagious and you end up mixing with those people and imitating them. The architecture is beautiful and modern so a Westerner would not be too disoriented but it’s still very exotic and traditionally Moroccan.
For five days, I lived in a cosy little flat with a swimming pool in the city centre, named “Complexe le Printemps. » I was in the middle of all those distractions and entertainments: the beach, the restaurants, the malls… I just had to walk a few steps to be in each of those places.
It sucks that: the boys are on heat as if they’ve never seen a girl in their entire life.
It was great: the warm and dry air allowed my hair to go wavy naturally and wonderfully.