This morning we met Mosco for breakfast. He told us about the city of Tètouan, which he visited last night. We also want to visit this city today. He gave us the tip to definitely visit the bazaar but not to go any further. Especially for me as a woman, it’s not good there. They didn’t approach him, who looks more like a local than a tourist, so often and intensively. Because only men sit around there. Most of them were stoned, which you could apparently smell. Everyone wants to sell you marijuana. He says it was a very bad experience for him. Good for us to know that you don’t have to consciously experience it.
After breakfast we said goodbye to Mosco. He’s going back to Europe today.
Have a good trip Mosco, it was great to have met you.
Stroll through the city of Tètouan/Morocco.
Friday is something like Sunday in Morocco. As in other Islamic countries, it is a holy day. Many trades do not work on this day. Crowds of men came towards us on the way into town. They were on their way to the mosque to pray, carrying prayer rugs or cardboard boxes. It also happens that cows are simply driven across the road. Or sheep are kept in the backyard.
GLESIA DE NUESTRA SENORA DE LAS VICTORIAS(Spanish Church of Morocco)
cIt is absolutely forbidden to photograph the police or military in Morocco. So there are not many pictures of the city, because everywhere, in the middle of the street, in the large and small open squares, in the alleyways, in front of the stores, in the stores, simply everywhere they were to be seen with their terrifying weapons. Taking photos was almost impossible. What a pity!
Entrance to the bazaar. The gentleman next to Alex was very pushy. He wanted to lead us somewhere. He tried to speak every language. We ignored him as much as we could. No matter where we went he just wouldn’t go away. When we went into a store, he waited for us outside for so long that we didn’t see him at first. At some point he walked on, said something to another man and pointed at us. He immediately came up to us and said something that we didn’t understand anyway. We turned around on the spot and went into a busier alley into one of the kaftan stores so that we could finally be left alone. This time it worked.
This insistent man talking at us and running after us was really very exhausting, annoying and somehow frightening. We were also asked if we wanted to buy marijuana. When we declined with thanks, we were always told: “All right my friend, welcome to my country Morocco”. The people who offered themselves as guides also left us alone immediately when we declined. That’s a bit annoying, but then it’s not a problem.
However, after a successful shopping tour, Alex had seen and heard enough and we went back to the hotel for lunch 😉
There were a conspicuous number of women in our hotel today. Now we know why.
In fact, as a woman, I sometimes feel a bit strange here too. Especially in areas or cafés where there are only men. However, there are also some brave women here without headscarves and with shoulder-baring clothing.
