We knew going in that Casablanca
would not be exciting, and it wasn't.
The city is modern except for a lot of decaying, falling down
structures. The one thing we had hoped
to visit was the Hassan II mosque, the third largest mosque in the world. We had to take a shuttle from the very busy
port. In town we were immediately
assaulted by taxi drivers, street vendors, even kids with their hands out. In spite of it being 80 degrees, most of the
people were wearing jackets. I guess for
them it was a cold snap. After walking
several blocks into the old town, we decided we'd had enough. It felt uncomfortable. Not in the sense of safety, just that the
culture is so different we weren't sure how to behave. We really stood out. The mosque was probably a mile away and we
decided to skip it. The one really interesting thing was the totally alien
feeling of the city. The dress, the
language so different from ours. We took
the shuttle back to the ship and enjoyed the rest of the day sitting outside. The air was incredibly dusty but the warmth
felt good.
Miles walked: 1.3
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