Sunday, 9 September 2007
The truth is out..
A small neighborhood indeed!
I told no one I was ill. I only left the house once, desperate for water, to go one block to the hannut; yet when I left to be back in the world this morning, along with the usual chorus of “Bonjour” and “Salam”, was “You are better?” It is reassuring in that I think if in desperate need I could hang my head out the window and ask for help, and the Oudayas would answer.
The Moroccans do not seem to gawk at accidents and back up traffic the way I have observed in the West. It is more a casual, “Someone is there? All right then.” And they go on their way creating lanes of traffic around the accident, no matter this involves driving on the curb, sidewalk, or median. Now if it were a camel involved…
It has, do I dare to say it, wish it, as I have longed for it – been getting cooler, or at the very least getting no hotter? A girl can dream. I have big plans the instant the weather cools down. I want to explore the Hassan and Mausoleum of Mohammed V monument, and the site of the ancient Roman city of Sala Colonia and the Merenid necropolis of Chellah with its historic gate, great walls and a viewing platform that looks out over the valley, and the grounds of the palace I can see without getting shot or arrested, as well as the Royal mosque. I will of course take you along via words and camera. Rabat looks to be a good walking city when one is not melting into the cracks in the sidewalk. Unfortunately the museums here are not really worth visiting which is a shame for me, I love museums, but as Q pointed out it takes a lot of money to maintain a good museum.
The horrid bank fiasco is over! I have my bank card and cash in hand. Details on the 'morrow.
Back to the gym today, so I’m off.