Monday, 17 December 2007

This and that…

The plastic bags at the government office are used to hold documents and double as file folders; they are left out on the desk for anyone to see.

The phrase “very hygienic” has entered our vernacular now. This is the phrase that the ladies of the hamman use as they encourage you to let them strip your body of any and all hair save that of your head! “It’s very hygienic.” Yikes!

The black birds with the orange beaks that fly at lightening speed with a rapid fire chirping as they past would make great messenger birds to my mind; forget the pigeons.

The Medina now after four in the afternoon is a maelstrom of sound, smells, colors, and crowds.

Apparently Leonardo DeCaprio is in town filming a movie. He hasn’t called…

Embarrassment won’t kill the human body nor will its scarier big brother humiliation, but sometimes it is hard to convince a human of that fact.

“The camel’s name is Jimmy Hendricks.”

My child’s comment to me!
“I don’t think you’re a pathological liar, just that you feel no compunction to tell the truth when a lie is more convenient.”

The difference between Rabat and Fez, or any of the larger cities of Morocco and Fez is quite stark. The withholding of funds or investment to the city by the old king continues to impact the city today. It makes you aware of just how much taxes (used properly of course) can do for the public welfare. In Fez you have cracked and crumbling sidewalks, no parks, no flower gardens for the public to walk in, contemplate, and bring children to play. No museums of any note or art galleries. I am sure that dry spell of neglect had an impact on the psyche of the city as well. You do see the individual entrepreneurship that you see all over the rest of Morocco but not as much or with the same zeal. It is changing with the help of the new king. There is a lovely new boulevard now with trees, flowers, and benches. I have hope, as this is the true heart of Morocco. You cannot visit Fez and not leave a piece of your heart – if so, you best have a check-up to make sure it’s still ticking.

Camels have no ass, just two big hipbones sticking out and surrounding the anus.

Afghanistan: Farmers in Australia and France for example, harvest dried pods by machine. It’s faster, but “straw extract” has fewer alkaloids than opium bled by hand out of lanced bulbs.
The turfy-chocolaty nosegay of raw opium wafts from hundreds of milk cans. The sides of the bubbling steam dryer are caked with it.

I saw two women in the Mall the other day who were “TV pregnant”. All made up, dressed to the nines, and had not gained a pound over what was necessary. Hah! I used both my pregnancies to eat everything, and in huge servings, that I normally would only nibble! I made the very best of that time. Fortunately I was young enough that the extra poundage just fell off after giving birth. I could hear my body saying, “What WAS that?”

Moroccan women are the queens of illusion – the mini skirt over the tights, the t-strap over a shirt, the sheer djellaba, the fitted djellaba, the plunging necklines but long trousers, and THAT WALK. Whoo hoo! The women here can conduct an entire conversation with their hips.

Tee-shirts seen all about the Medina, usually on the young, D&G, Versace, “Somebody in Texas loves Me” – I stumbled when I saw that last one.

Moroccans and the high drama of romance: Q’s tutor: “He cut his wrist for her love. Don’t you love that (sigh)?”
Q said, “I think she’s gone right over the edge.”

The bookstore has 3:1 romance novels in Arabic; Q says they are all tragic

“Uh-huh. You could, could you? I think I can feel someone's wings melting....
Communication actually ranks as one of my highest priorities as well; however, living in the Middle East--a very tolerant, relaxed part of the Middle East--has taught me that sometimes you can communicate perfectly and still be worlds apart. The gulf that divides us is not necessarily ameliorated by perfect understanding; “I can understand your perspective and still think it is necessary to kill you.” Many things can be solved by communication, but not all. Not by a long shot.” Q, in response to Kasalas saying he could solve the Israeli crisis with a sit down.



Richard Havers said...

Jimmy Hendricks? Is he the guy that makes the gin you drink with cucumber?

wakeupandsmellthecoffee said...

I've nominated you for an award.

Ian Lidster said...

I love your tales, my beautiful friend. What an enchanting soul you are.

Anonymous said...

A kind of stream of consciousness... by the way of course camels have an ass, they just have no buttocks - its what gives them the 'hump'!!

mutterings and meanderings said...

I would love a camel called Jimi Hendrix

jmb said...

More stream of consciousness about this and that as Mutley says.
Still keeping us up to date with life in Morocco.

lady macleod said...



thank you for coming by.

lady macleod said...


You are TOO good to me! Thank you, and thank you for coming by.

lady macleod said...


And I love your comments. You are a solace to my ego.

thank you for coming by.

lady macleod said...


Ah yes, well I just haven't spent enough time back there eh? :-)

thank you for coming by.

lady macleod said...


I know! Isn't that cool?

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lady macleod said...


yep, yep, yep.

thank you for coming by.

Richard Havers said...

He is the man what makes the gin....

jams o donnell said...

“I don’t think you’re a pathological liar, just that you feel no compunction to tell the truth when a lie is more convenient.”

What a wondderful turn of phrrase. I must visit more often (as a fellow Blogpower-er, I really should!)

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

Leonardo will live to regret it, Lady M!