While all my friends and family are cooking turkeys and feasting, I am driving from RAK to RBA! The highways were quite empty and surprisingly easy to navigate. For the first time in three days I didn't feel like the mouse. We made the trip in less than 3 hours and saw some cool scenery. Although it was a two lane (going each way) I swear drivers in Morocco think there is just one lane. They want to straddle the the lanes and take up both--not easy to pass this way!
At one gas stop we came upon a tour bus (ugh!) filled with US senior citizens nonetheless. Anja comes out of the bathroom, "There are trendy American women in there." I go in, and the "trendy" lady says to me, "we are from Arizona." I proceed to ask her where they have been, and then ask her what her favorite Moroccan city has been. She mentioned they were going to Casablanca and had already been to Rabat. But her favorite city has been "Morocco." Wow. I'll just keep speaking in Italian...
Being the "expert Moroccan travellers" now, we arrive in RBA, find a parking spot, refuse to pay 50 dh (the going rate is 20dh), and ward off all the men who "only want to be nice and show us to our riad." Yeah, yeah yeah we know the drill. You only want to help us--and then you will demand euros! "We find it ourselves. Merci!"
I wonder what my Thanksgiving dinner will be....couscous? A nice lamb tangine? We shall see...
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