Going Morocco in Ramadan
Early morning at a rock bottom hotel, I was hearing "Adhan" (the
voice which let people know the time for pray) from the speaker of mosque.
It's in Tanger of Morocco.
Whether in good meaning or bad, Morocco was the first real foreign country
to me. Because I had never got strong culture shock so far, for instance,
in America or Europe.
The day before, I crossed the strait of Gibraltar from Argeciras of Spain.
It's in Ramadan period. I got to Morocco at Ramadan break time. So I had
to wait in the ferry for more than an hour until an immigration officer
finished their diner.
After landing, I got "The cross fire of Tanger". It's being under
fire of aggressive guides and barkers that all the people entering Morocco
by the sea must be experienced. For having a meal or shopping, I had to
discount all the time, and rejected excessively aggressive offer. As a
matter of facts, I was too exhausted to enjoy the exotic mood.
However, in the morning, when I heard the voice of Adhan in the bed with
sleepy eyes, something in my mind was changed. Maybe I made my mind to
dip myself into the stream of the country. I put on clothes and took a
train for Casa Blanca.
I had believed I could see the Sahara in Morocco since I saw the sands which were blown from Africa at the Canary Island. But the landscape out side of the window was all grass land. There was
no difference from Iberian peninsula side.
Later, I was told by a Japanese college student who had spent the childhood
in Alger. "If you wanna see the real Sahara, you should go to Algeria
or Mauritania" The words stuck in mind all the time . And 10 years later, I visited Mauritania. My travels are connected each other like this. Talking about Sahara, I
give it way to another issue.
However, the scenery with a child taking a donkey or a shepherd was so
fascinating to me. To the contrary, old women in the same box seat just
slept after they enjoyed chatting. They didn't eat at all because of Ramadan.
"You are not a Muslim. So you can eat as you like" They told
me. However I'm not so dull to eat snacks in front of the fasting people.
I got off at Casa Voyageurs station in the twilight time. As you can imagine,
I was almost starving.
"Ramadan" Morocco, 1993
Drunken Gypsy King As-Salaam Aleykum