Yeah, that was stupid. Still, at least we ended up with tea, a welcome hot distraction as we waited, bleary-eyed and shivering, for the tram to take us to meet our pals at oh-god o’clock this morning.
Asilah: Sand Dunes and Fish Eyes
So we went to Asilah today. It was beautiful. Oh, but first we stopped in Merja Zerga National Park, and went boating.
Then we went to an island called Hawaii (NO JOKE. HEATHER. I WENT TO HAWAII TODAY. I LOOKED FOR YOU FOR LIKE 20 MINUTES AND COULDN’T FIND YOU. DUMMMBBBBBBB) and climbed a GIANT GODDAMN SAND DUNE IT WAS AWESOME:
AND IT WAS PRETTY AT THE TOP (we took pictures facing away from the military bunker on the hill, which we weren’t supposed to even really look at)
ALSO, PROOF I AM ACTUALLY HERE:
Kay. Then we continued on to Asilah, where we ate some pretty scary food,
(note the smaller fish with its tail in its mouth just to the right of big scary fish head with eye. That fish used to have a body, till I ate it. This is in the remains of Carly’s chicken tagine, which was good till we found feathers in it…it was a weird lunch.)
Asilah is known for the paintings and murals on its whitewashed walls, which are painted and repainted frequently. We took pictures because it’s so incredible that these works only last a little while, to be replaced with more beautiful art.
This is a detail from an incredible painting spanning an entire wall; impossible to photograph effectively, but even this bit is absolutely stunning. This town. WHOA.
And then there’s the whole fortified city on the Atlantic coast thing.
…with fishermen. Catching fish. To cook. And eat. With their tails in their mouths.
After a long bus ride full of 90’s and Disney sing-alongs, Allie and I stopped to grab a quick cheeseburger at a sandwich stand. Yeah, a cheeseburger. Purchase food from Moroccan street meat vendors, check! It was the most satisfying cheeseburger ever, though unlike any I’ve had in the States (it may have been the green olives?!). We also got what looked like these giant chocolate balls, but they turned out to be this strange, rich, delicious gingerbread-ish stuff that I probably shouldn’t have finished (it was a belly bomb if there e’er was one).
Then we listened to Moroccan music on LOUD up in the room on the terrace, and danced the night away in our PJ’s with our ridiculous host family and neighbors. They just dance for fun, as they watch these Arab music concerts/TV shows (nah, WAY better than Arab Idol, though they watch that too) and dance just for the hell of it. No special occasion or anything. Hooo boy, you should SEE my host moms move their hips! I’ve never seen anything like it. They’re amazing.
LET’S PRETEND that I put some culturally relevant stuff and things into this post as well, and all take a nap now. YESSSSSSSSSS!