My Rabat portion of the voyage ended well. I recieved the visa from the Mauratanian embassy which was funny in and of itself. I didn't fill out half of the form because of the French/Arabic stuff and the guys were like "whatever." They asked for an adress in Mauratania and I said I would be staying in hotels so they said write "hotel" then. Quite the beuracracy. I'm sure it was more about the 200 dirhams that it cost.
I met this young guy named Fouad in the mosque one night and we became instantanious friends. He loves the Japanese culture and swears that he is half Moroccon half Japanese. : ) He even uses terms like "in Japan we say... " Very funny. Amazing person and he showed me all around Rabat and then he mentioned that he was going to visit an old friend in Kenitra. I told him that I was going to go there to visit the place where my father had been in the military even if it had changed. He told me in very typical Moroccon/Islamic fashion, "You will stay with us." I told him I would get a hotel and maybe we could get together for break-fast. The next day I finished up laundry and then jumped on a train to Kenitra. I sent him a text saying I was headed up there and I'll call him later. No less than a few minutes later I get a call from him telling me to get off at the first station (which was good caus I thought there was only one station) Long story short he and his friend took me back to his friends house and I stayed the night and met the family.
We ate (well). Homeade Moroccon food is the stuff dreams are made from. 
We broke fast and went to the mosque and then I let the young friend talk me and my buddy into going with him to a "club."
Moroccon clubing is more of a testrone fest than anything else. It was a bunch of guys drinking soda pop playing billiards and smoking like chimanies. Loud musiq and a lot of starring...my type of night. My buddy Fouad is more religious than his friend and it is clear thay are kind of growing apart in this way. Suhair was more concerned with Tu-pac and MTV than reciting the Quran. Nevertheless it was an experience. We then went back and ate a late night meal which was great. His family is very sweet and well off so it was a treat to stay in their house. Suhair (the young friend ) was in slumber party mode and wouldn't let us sleep. But it was a great chance to see a real suburan neighborhood and watch kdis play soccer int the street and such.
God bless that boy's parents. Tooo nice.
The next night I slept in a hotel. Downtown kenitra is shadey and not on Lonely Planet's top ten list for sure. I was safe though. I think that a few fights have broken and a few more drugs have been done since my dad was here in the sixties. I was glad to leave the next morning and head off for Asilah which is a small coastal town just south of Tangiers (Tanga in Arabic) popular with the Euro crowd. Beach time.
I met this young guy named Fouad in the mosque one night and we became instantanious friends. He loves the Japanese culture and swears that he is half Moroccon half Japanese. : ) He even uses terms like "in Japan we say... " Very funny. Amazing person and he showed me all around Rabat and then he mentioned that he was going to visit an old friend in Kenitra. I told him that I was going to go there to visit the place where my father had been in the military even if it had changed. He told me in very typical Moroccon/Islamic fashion, "You will stay with us." I told him I would get a hotel and maybe we could get together for break-fast. The next day I finished up laundry and then jumped on a train to Kenitra. I sent him a text saying I was headed up there and I'll call him later. No less than a few minutes later I get a call from him telling me to get off at the first station (which was good caus I thought there was only one station) Long story short he and his friend took me back to his friends house and I stayed the night and met the family.
We ate (well). Homeade Moroccon food is the stuff dreams are made from. 
We broke fast and went to the mosque and then I let the young friend talk me and my buddy into going with him to a "club."Moroccon clubing is more of a testrone fest than anything else. It was a bunch of guys drinking soda pop playing billiards and smoking like chimanies. Loud musiq and a lot of starring...my type of night. My buddy Fouad is more religious than his friend and it is clear thay are kind of growing apart in this way. Suhair was more concerned with Tu-pac and MTV than reciting the Quran. Nevertheless it was an experience. We then went back and ate a late night meal which was great. His family is very sweet and well off so it was a treat to stay in their house. Suhair (the young friend ) was in slumber party mode and wouldn't let us sleep. But it was a great chance to see a real suburan neighborhood and watch kdis play soccer int the street and such.
God bless that boy's parents. Tooo nice.The next night I slept in a hotel. Downtown kenitra is shadey and not on Lonely Planet's top ten list for sure. I was safe though. I think that a few fights have broken and a few more drugs have been done since my dad was here in the sixties. I was glad to leave the next morning and head off for Asilah which is a small coastal town just south of Tangiers (Tanga in Arabic) popular with the Euro crowd. Beach time.
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whaaaat! i cant feel the freshness...
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