Morocco anyone?
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I spent two weeks in Morrocco and pretty much hated it. I hated it as a holiday that is... I valued it as an experience.
I have never in my life been so hassled, so continuously, every single step of the way, anywhere you care to go, and time of day or night. They just wont fucking leave you alone. Want to sell you something, want to rip you off, want to grope your girlfriend, want to engage you in what is initially a friendly conversation "hello, welcome my friend, how do you like our country?"... in order to either trap you into a compromised position with regards to soemthing or other (for their gain, obviously) so that before you know it you are
A: surrounded by four hundred angry morrocan men who really just fucking hate westerners and will make up any excuse to try and give you a kicking.
B: Will find yourself drinking horse-piss tea in the house of someone who isn;t going to let you leave unless you buy a carpet.
Its a real passive aggresive thing over there. You are either friendly, in which case you owe them for their time and hospitality, or you are dismissive and curt in which case you are a fucking pig from the west who better watch out.
Marrakesh is like no place on earth. Worth a visit for the cinematic madness. Overall, the place stinks, its very poor, very very focussed on stripping you of you cash and valuables at every possible turn without exception and generally is hassle capital of the world...
"Hello my friend, Hello my friend, hello my friend" is all you will hear as you walk down a street as people tug at your clothes, get in your face etc.
The girl I was travelling with was followed everywhere went by a long train of dribbling men. She even tried to go swimming and they followed her, in a line, into the sea. We also got attacked by a crazy looking woman in marrakesh who started swinging at us with a large, filthy rusted syringe becuase the girl I was with would not by a piece of shit she was selling. I caught her arm millimetres before the syringe plunged into my friend's breast and she came at me with a second making crazy LULULULULU face wobble nosies like a fucking crazy fucking banshee. We were chased out of marrakesh that day by a mob of maybe 50 people who just decided to respond to this mad woman's cry and come at us with the machetes they were using to hack up sheep's heads.
Horrible. Never again.
great photos though. Take a (cheap) camera.
- Is it bad that I find this hilarious? It really is something a movie could be made about.Jaline
- wow maybe you should be more accepting of foreign culturesLlyod
- More accepting, yeah, THAT was what was lacking on the trip. Well Spotted Melanie.
I Must Be More Accepting.Spookytim - This experience pales into insignificance compared to my trip to Grand Rapids in Illinois. Holy Fuck, that was a movie. A bad, horrible movie.Spookytim