Morocco is crazy. The first thing you notice is the dust and the second thing is the heat. It's like a 1-2 knockout punch. The ship is located a mile from the port gate (that's always a fun walk). We decided to find the train station to leave yesterday and instead we wandered down some streets that were not the nicest. As soon as you step out of the port gate you're greeted by a musical group of taxi drivers trying to get you in their cab, little kids asking for money, and car horns going back and forth constantly. The smell is like nothing I've ever smelled before. It was literally like death. I can't tell you how many looks I've gotten because of my blonde hair. It's to the point where I'm going to start covering up because it's so uncomfortable. I feel like I can't take a picture of anyone or anything because I don't want to offend them anymore than I already am by being here. Yesterday at pre-port we were told that 16% of Moroccans said they had a good view of Americans, which was the lowest number.
We finally figured out hotels and trains so we're leaving later today and getting to Marrakech this afternoon. Everyone's on edge because of the travel advisory that was just sent out by Obama, but hopefully we'll be fine. Tomorrow will be interesting so we all definitely need to be careful and pay extra attention to our surroundings. It's a little nerve wrecking going out into a situation like this.
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