Morocco

Alright. Morocco is going to be done in a series also though I'm not sure if I can explain how this trip impacted me. We will see. We started our trip on a bus a 3:30 in the morning. We drove to the ferry, rode on the ferry an hour, and then we were in Cueta - a Spanish territory in Morocco. From Cueta, it was to the border control, which took an exceptionally long time. Luckily, I slept through a lot of this part of the trip. When we crossed the border, the difference was amazing. The tight-fitted skirts and tall boots of fashionable Spain gave way to the long, shapeless dresses and covered hair and faces of an Arab nation. Morocco is 98% Islam.

The green landscape and olive trees disappeared. We saw brown hills patched with little spiky bushes and cactuses. And lots of litter on the side of the roads. Most of the buildings we saw while driving throught the country side were very run down, and livestock were scattered everywhere - cows, donkeys, goats, sheep. There are no fences. I could see many of the cow's ribs even from the bus.

Even stopping at a rest stop was a culture shock. While there were some toilets, there were more porcelian holes in the floor. And right outside the bathrooms was a mosque. Five times a day, no matter where you were, you could here the call for prayer echoing through the town, hills, desert, it didn't matter. You could watch people drop what they were doing, cleanse themselves, and pray.