Bloody early morning prayers! Woken up again by their megaphones blasting away the early morning peace. I’ve noticed some pretty disgusting habits of the Moroccan men. One particularly nauseating habit is coughing and snorting up phlegm which usually results in them spitting it out onto the streets. They appear to have no qualms about doing this. It’s the norm.
I got up and went to my normal café, where the waiter greeted with “Ça va?” and shook my hand (Not all Moroccans are of the pestering type!). As usual, I had a coffee and a croissant and then went to the British Council to watch Sky News for a while. At one point, it announced that it was midday so decided to go up to the Algerian Embassy via some shops for lunch.
What I had not realised that it was midday on Central European Time, which is 11am in Morocco (GMT). So, I turned up too early and I was confused until I realised my mistake. I returned to the Algerian Embassy after killing some time nearby only to be disappointed by the news from the ‘visa man’ again. I said I had been waiting for 12 days for our visas which surprised him who proceeded to talk to the Consul. Still no luck. “For sure, it will be here on Monday”, he said.
“Peut être”, I replied, glumly and left.
I then had to hang around for four hours to get the 1822hrs train to Marrakech. I sat in the centre of Rabat, near the station in the warm sun. Rabat really is a soulless city. I had a sandwich, and jumped on the train and read all the way back for four hours. I arrived back in our room feeling a little more than fed up. I talked with Dan about my adventures in Rabat for a while before hitting the sack.
Will Hawkins lives in Lincolnshire with his family, works in a technology company in London and does as many micro-adventures as he can.
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