Mar 042010
 

So another thing you learn in a Muslim country is that the appearance of doing something is as important as actually doing something. Hence one of the customs I knew about in Muslim countries is that taking pictures of the mosques and military establishments are prohibited. One has to ask permission to take pictures first before doing so.

However if you’re driving in a van, just normally taking pictures and the police/gendarme happen to see your camera, they automatically assume that you’re taking a picture of them. This is a real bitch of a problem for a couple reasons:

  • They will stop the bus, and pull the bus driver out and tear him a new one
  • They will rattle off French/Arabic and broken Eng-rish at you
  • They will seize your camera and look for “proof” of your photos – now at this point, you realize how helpless you are, cause if you did accidentally take a picture of their office or them, then you are in some deep mess.
  • If they have your camera and decide to threaten to dash it to the floor cause you insulted them, you really can’t do anything about it
  • They automatically ask where you’re from, and if you answer Trinidad, they think that you’re a threat. When you show them a Canadian passport, they ask why you said Trinidad. Then one might answer that you said Trinidad because you have no clue where it is and you might think it was American.
  • Making sarcastic jokes to Moroccan gendarme is not recommended according to the Surgeon General of Morocco. It is not also not recommended for the health of your camera in their hands and it is not recommended because you might have to pay Baksheesh.

However, if you stand your ground and refuse to pay the Baksheesh, demand your camera and demand that they call the Canadian embassy immediately, since there was no picture of them or the gendarme office on your camera, so they can’t charge you with anything, but maybe being an unobservant dumbass enjoying the marvelous scenery and being so taken with it, that you didn’t notice the police check point – they will back down.

Like anything else, if you stand your ground, they will smile, the sharp words will tone down and they will laugh, hand you back your camera and let you be on your way.

Moral of the story : Always know where you are. Always know your rights. Always stand your ground, if you’re right and don’t flinch. Always know that they fear any embassy call, even in the depths of the Atlas mountains.

Mar 042010
 

For the past three days, I have been doing things in reverse. By meeting up with two great guys from the local Couchsurfing network, Mohammed and Houssam, I have been shown a side of Marrakech that the tourists don’t generally see right away and they have provided me with some first hand local knowledge that I could access without spending more time.

Regardless, there are just some local behaviours that I could never get accustomed to. A good example is the social contract that Moroccan pedestrians and drivers are part of; I could never cross the road like a Moroccan, no matter how long I am here, since I never signed that social contract.

At day and night, the Koutoubia Mosque is the landmark that all Marrakhis use to navigate and it can be seen from about 20 miles away at night, shining above the trees and buildings in the dark. The name is derived from the Arabic al-Koutoubiyyin for librarian, since it used to be surrounded by sellers of manuscripts, and there are no steps inside leading to the top … it is a long sloped floor, so that the Muezzin could ride a horse to deliver his call to prayer. Now that is some modern innovation, I could not imagine having to climb that thing 5 times a day.

It dominates the Marrakhi skyline.

In doing my touring backwards, I have realized that the attraction of Marrakech is in the people and not in the “Tourist” attractions. The tourist core of Marrakech consists of the following attractions

  • Palace Bahia : Which is nice and a typical Moorish type palace, but nothing really spectacular
  • Palace Badi : Which is really a set of ruins, populated by storks and birds
  • Saadian Tombs : It is an expensive, lavishly decorated tomb  … so what?
  • Moussadine Fountain : It is a nice fountain … if you love fountains, head to Fez … nuff said.
  • Koutoubia Mosque : Which unless you’re a Muslim going to pray or you can fake being a muslim, with 007 hidden cameras, you’re not going to see much in here or photograph anything in here
  • Ramparts of Marrakech : Lovely to photograph in the evenings since baked walls take on a deep orange-coloured hue. The strong walls surounding the medina have been standing since before the 13th century and are the best examples of fortress walls in Morocco.The gates are great examples of the Moorish design; Bab ed-Debbagh gate opens up onto the tanners area, and we all know about the tanneries : the good and the  bad!

Aside from those places listed, the rest are hotels and long walkways and boulevards. I haven’t really listed the Djemma el Fna, since it is an experience rather than a tourist sight or place.

I do love the people here, the utter madness of the streets and the inventiveness of everyone I see. For instance, if you need to make a call and you are driving a scooter on the road, how do you make the phone call? Simple, pick up a friend, have her hop on, let her dial and hold the phone to your ear, while you’re driving. It’s so simple!

Or notice this scene, everyone is looking one way, and the “petit taxi” decides that it’s clear and goes the wrong way against traffic, because it was easier. Now this is a Trinidadian type manuever, but I don’t think that I have ever seen it in action. Can you imagine pulling one of these on Wrightson Road in Port of Spain? Attempting this in Toronto, will result in instant seizure of the car, if not an accident first, but here it seems perfectly normal.

Marrakis also love their cats. Cats are everywhere here, in the cafes, restaurants and of course all around the tourist sites, since they get fed all the time. I’m accustomed to dogs, but cats run Marrakech.

If you had a UNESCO world heritage sight, it stands to reason that the authorities would sanitize and clean up all tourist attractions … well not here. At the Badi Palace, there are massive stork nests at the top of the ruins and there are no plans to remove the old inhabitants out of there, even though I saw a stork flying quite close to a tourist eating a sandwich. I’ll add that to my list of things not to do in Morocco … ” Don’t eat food at Badi Palace unless you want close encounters of the Stork kind”

Is it time for Tajine as yet??

Mar 042010
 

Oye, lemme get a Kafta Tajine, Coke and some pepper sauce, and allyuh put some pepper in the god damn tajine nah, like what ah have to do to get some peppah in meh food? Allah, ent putting none for me in there yuh know.

This is what I would like to say to a Marrakhi, but there are some fundamental issues with that. Firstly, they obviously wouldn’t understand a thing I said. Secondly, my meagre attempts at French comes out like this …

Bonjour, je veux un tajine de Kafta, un Coca, et Harissa, s’il vous plaît. Aussi peut-on faire mon Kafta de piments supplémentaires en eux?

Impossibly polite and somewhat retarded, but the combination of my poor french, and my nice gold and black Djellaba seems to always bring a smile to the impossibly friendly Marrakhis. The end result has always been what I wanted, which is a steaming Tajine, bread, coke and pepper sauce.

Another one of the ridiculous inventive foods I’ve had here is something called Pastella (pronounced Baah-stay-la), it took me about 400 attempts to say it properly. This is to Moroccans, what Curry Duck is to Trinidadians, in that if you tell anyone that you’re currying a duck home, they will somehow magically appear at your house to lime and hang out. Moroccans can never, EVER get enough of Pastella, especially Pigeon Pastella. Now my friends in Morocco, have attempted to get me to eat this Pigeon Pastella, but I have explained repeatedly that in Trinidad, a Pigeon is like a flying cesspit and no one ever eats Pigeon in Trinidad. They are all confused by this, but graciously accept my rationale.

I think we should have a couple Moroccans on Independence Square for all those Pigeons we have in Trinidad. After a couple months, they will get rich, because Trinidadians will never be able to resist Pastella and we won’t have as many Pigeons flying around and shitting on cars.

For the uninitiated, the brown lines on the Pastella is powdered Cinnamon and the white background is Icing Sugar. Pastella, is a traditionally a semisweet pigeon pie in paper-thin pastry, however my Pastella de Poulet is made with chicken, raisins, garlic and spices. In Trinidad, we have our own version of Pastella, which is called “Pastelle”, but is made with Cornmeal and is more South American in nature, but also contains raisins, nuts and ground meat. Now this combination of sickly sweet with meats and salt would normally make me a bit nauseous, but it is remarkably addictive and the flavour sensation is really out of this world. Pastella has now made my daily Moroccan rotation with Harira and Tajine de Kafta.

Dinner in the Djemma (cause after 4 nights, you get your frequent Djemma el Fna card, become a resident Marrakhi and everyone seems to recognize my Gold and Black Djellaba) consisted of another couple bowls of Harira (I have my own spoon and bowl now) and some fried seafood.

Now I don’t actually know what type of seafood I had, since it could have been a fried tire they pulled from the sea, but it was good … not great … just good. Houssam explained that the best seafood naturally came from Essaouira, which is the coastal town that he lived in. I did however get the fresh chillies with my meal and the now ubiquitous Harissa.

After dinner, it was time to go fishing for Soda in the Djemma.

That would be Mohammed and Houssam fishing for Sodas. The premise of this game is that you get the little round doughnut around the top of the bottle, and if you do, then you get the soda. I tried for 10 minutes and I got nothing  except a little frustrated, to which I gently tapped a bottle of soda with my foot.

Mar 022010
 
To Hammam or not to Hammam ...

Today was one of those traveling days, where you’re tired, cranky and suffering from a bit of travel fatigue … you’re set in one of the most fabulous and mysterious cities in the world and yet all you can think about, is watching Sportscenter and eating chips in your home. So I decided to listen [... Click here to keep on reading this article]

Mar 022010
 
Lawd, meh belly can't take it no more ... Djemaa el Fna food touring at night ... Part Deux

“Lawd  … meh belly full … ah cyar eat no more … but ok … one more piece. <Two minutes later>…. aight, aight … gimme ah small plate of <insert food item here>” Trinidadians love their bellies. It’s part of our culture, it’s part of our heritage and part of what makes a Trini, a [... Click here to keep on reading this article]

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