Freshly deboarded from a chatty overnight Royal Air Maroc flight, here are my jet-lagged observations, riding in the passenger’s seat on the way from Casablanca to Rabat:
Very small vehicles filled to overflowing with occupants traveling at tremendous speeds in close proximity to each other. Think Geo Metros. 60 m.p.h. six inches apart.
Flat land, few trees, blown, dry, raw red dirt. Palm trees, eucalyptus trees and century plants
Shepherds, no fences, easily managed herds of animals, mostly sheep
Overwhelming smell of exhaust caused by the lack of pollution controls as well as the proximity of the vehicles
Many apparently broken-down vehicles pulled over to the side of the road.
Huge piles of garbage and fields littered every few feet with plastic bags
Veiled and gloved women
Every building, with the exception of the very newest buildings mosques, places and government buildings, was run down. Many buildings/homes were in a state of unfinish.
Weather is warm and humid with a delightful breeze.
Traffic lights/signs appear to be mere suggestions.
The Moroccan equivalent of parking meters, car guards, identified by their cobalt cotton smocks, are everywhere and you are expected to pay them when you park your car.
Stop signs in Arabic
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