Things I’ve learned in Morocco (Episode two)

Today (the 25th) is my fourth day here, although it feels like more (in a good way)

and now here are a few more things I learned:

1. The Food:

Or rather the way Moroccans eat, it shows a lot about their culture.

When eating at a Moroccan home, you don’t get a plate of your own and a fork and a knife and all that jazz. The table is set with all the different dishes they have for that meal and everyone eats from the same plates with napkins on your lap. This shows how much intertwined and important the family is to them. it gets everyone closer by sharing the food. In Egypt, it usually takes me at least a week or something to meet my friends Parents, here I’ve already met at least half of my friends’ parents.

2. Renault Kangoo:

Cars are pretty standard around the world, or so you’d think anyway. Except for the occasional driving on the other side and all. One particular car stood out the most here because of how common it was:

It’s not that I’ve never seen this car before its how rarely I’ve seen it back home compared to how much I’ve seen it here in 4 days. If you see this car in every corner, you’re in Morocco (y)

3.Conditioner

I came here with my shampoo and shower gel but no conditioner. And since well, I’m a girl and my hair is… my hair, it’s much easier to deal with it if I use conditioner. I went to a little market and asked for it, but the guy ended up giving me shampoo and I was too embarrassed to tell him it wasn’t what I wanted and took a little packet anyway. Later that day me and a couple of my roommates went to the big market to see if we could find any. Now trying to explain what a conditioner is was probably the most difficult thing i had to do since I’ve been here. “That thing, you use after you shampoo?” “Ahh, hair cream?” “No, no. You wash it off? in the shower.” “Yesss! Hair mask?” x_x All the while using different languages to do it. I don’t know if we would have been able to find it if we hadn’t spotted a bottle and pointed to it in the end.

4.TEA!

Anybody who knows me understands well enough what tea means to me. I’m a huge tea person and it’s one of the few things I don’t mind experimenting with. When I was offered tea the first time here they said it’s with mint, which we have in Egypt, but I’ve never really tried. Let me tell you, it was one of the best things I’ve tasted in a while. The difference between the one from home and the one here (visibly since I’ve never tried it at home) is the colour. Moroccan tea is much lighter in colour and is always served out of a antique looking tea pot. They also pour the tea out and back into the tea pot to make it cooler and always serve it in a tiny glass cup: 

5. Drummers!

This one is a more general thing. Drummers are the luckiest people. Their instrument is basically just any surface. (Refer to my previous video) 

We were out at a cafe last night and they had a couple of guitars with them but those who didn’t still joined in the music by drumming on everything they’d find. A platter, a cup, a spoon, the table. YOU NAME IT! If it has a surface it’s a drum. And yes, it always sounded good! 

Well other than that, so far I’ve started teaching *yayy* and flooded the place while showering [that was fun xD]

I’ll get back with more updates soon. I hope people actually enjoy this! 

Things I learned in Morocco (Episode one)

I flew to Morocco this morning at 9:15 am and here is what I learned so far:-

1. If you help an old lady on the plane your are signing a contract to be her personal helper till the end of the flight: 

I helped the lady sitting next to me by picking up her pillow after it fell on the floor and she then proceeded to ask for my help in literally everything that followed (which wouldn’t have been so bad if she didn’t know the lady sitting on her right and could’ve done everything she asked me even better than I did). She made me do everything from opening the sugar packet to filling the arrival visa paper that you get on the plane. (which i did terribly by the way) It got really annoying at one point when i felt like I was babysitting her. But never the less, it was nice to help out (till it was not)

2. Shortest line DOESN’T mean the fastest [Looks can be deceiving]

As anyone would do when looking for a visa checking in line after a lot of thought (which was basically me following this couple that was with me on the plane) I chose the shortest looking line. And of course as luck  would have it I ended up in the slowest line in the history of lines! Not only had everyone on my flight already passed by the time I got there but another flight had already gotten there by that time. 

3. Stripes are a total thing here!

I have to say i myself was wearing stripes too but the amount of stripes around was crazy! Coincidentally both the people I met from AIESEC today were wearing stripes. That and all the other people on the streets that were wearing stripes. white and black/navy was the most common around but stripes are in this summer in Morocco.

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4. Mixing patterns

Moroccan guys apparently love 2 things. 

a) image

this haircut, or anything close to it

b) Patterns

The printed patterned shirt isn’t enough they have to be matched up with the floral shorts and while I admire their courage to do something that is so fashionably risky (even though it can have amazing results) it can at times go crazy wrong.

At the end of the day I spent the day with some amazing people in the streets and the wonderful wind and clear air of Morocco and wore stripes while doing it!  

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love-cashew:

the-sad-boy:

sreddish:

irishily:

kiarazuri:

phantom-quantum:

sonotaghostkid:

This is really not okay.

I think some people fail to realize that men can be sexually assaulted, too, and not just by other men. This girl shoves him against the wall and slaps him three fucking times when he pushes her away. Heck, he has to push her away twice before she backs off for a moment. Then she goes right back to kissing him.

If the genders were reversed, everyone on this site would be flipping a shit. And if anyone dares to tell me that it’s different when a girl does it to a guy, I will personally write you a three-page essay on why it is still not okay.

I’m just going to REBLOG this all the fucking time

I SWEAR I WILL ALWAYS REBLOG THIS.

This means a lot to me

this needs loads more notes