As soon as we got off the bus from the airport into the city of Rabat, everything felt completely different to our previous travels. There was minimal English signage, fashion was different, and the language was a whole other world. The architecture was also in stark contrast to that of Europe. As Chris commented to me as we walked to our hotel, this was the first time we had felt completely foreign while traveling. We certainly stuck out, and not just because we were carrying giant backpacks! In particular, my pale skin and light coloured hair was something seldom seen.
We had to walk through the old town market, the Medina, to get to our hotel. The hotel itself, located on a little side street, was beautiful. We were only there for one night, but it was fantastic. However, I was still very sick and was unable to get out of bed for most of the morning. Eventually (after some medicine and more sleep) I was able to get up and we went for a very slow walk around the city.
There were a few sites we didn’t manage to go see as I wasn’t up to the hike, but we got a good feel of the city anyway. Ever just walking through the Medina and taking in the sights, sounds and smells was experience enough. It seems peoples lives truly do revolve around the market place here.
We had Moroccan food the night before, but of course partook it in again for lunch. The restaurants are not much to look at, but the food is fantastic. And so cheap! All this was under $10.
Later that day we caught the train three hours to Fez. Now this city is a whole other level of crazy, which I shall elaborate on in time!