Let’s have a walk in Casablanca (4): Why I will not dare to walk alone inside Casablanca

So, I told you how beautiful Casa is, how much Casa is sweet, how much Casa is animated, but I didn’t totally tell you everything. I will explain through 3 little anecdotes why will not dare to walk alone inside Casablanca….

How do you like your travel experience? Your Holidays? In perfect curious I like my thirst for discovery to be satisfied. I can not spend a whole day at the pool sipping a cocktail… It would be boring and I would feel like I’m wasting my time. I also can not spend a whole day at the hotel…. actually my ideal trip is the one where I would have spent all my time outside, days and nights..

So, since I spend 90 % of my time outside, in a foreign country I like to feel comfortable and this means good human relationships

In Casablanca we met super friendly people, very open, ready to share more than hundred stories about Morocco. Reminding us that Moroccans and Senegalese are brothers, that we were Welcome with a huge H. That the King of Morocco loved Senegal. We also received a lot of tips and recommendations on places to visit and things to do what helped us a lot during our stay.

Many were super tender with the kids, always to give them a smile, take a few minutes to discuss or play with them, too tactile from my point but it was cute.

Haha on the other side we have also crossed the path of kind of specimens… how to say… sometimes strange, sometimes shady, sometimes aggressive!! Tiay!!! Nooooo. At a point where…. we needed this minute of non-reaction to really understand what was happening ! Hey! And then we were wondering if we missed an episode ; at what time we tripped; at what time we flipped on the dark side of hospitality…. Hum! ๐Ÿค”

The language barrier din’t help, we often stayed with this frustration of not having been able to make understand our reply … I laugh about it now but on the moment I was fuming…๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก

The sunshade…

I told you that we loved swimming at the beach of Anfa Place ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚. What I had omitted is that a Mr Sunshade kindly rented a Sunshade at our arrival. How much is it? 15 Dirham… ok paid! He kindly helped us to set the Sunshade. We where enjoying and having a good time… Then 3 hours later while we are in the water, we saw Mr Sunshade who kindly ripped the Sunshade๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚.What????.. ! Uh sir… we’re still here ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚. No… he ripped it and just left…. naturally we start to run after him, the time we get out of the water he was already far away. We called him eh, sir… Zero answer, actually he didn’t even stop… Sir why did you take the Sunshade we haven’t finished yet. … Zero answer. He continued to move forward… Zero answer, zero explanation… he suddenly became deaf! We’ll just see the back of Mr. Sushade, walking quickly barefoot and leaving the beach….. Okay… Well…. Okay then…. we can go back in the water???

I was pretty quiet but my sister was enraged . She was determinated to catch the guy ! I had to tell her to let him go! If you catch him what will you do????

The kilo of plums….

During our walk in The Medina we arrived in front of this fruit stall. There were all kinds of them. We asked for the price of plums. The young seller answers us with a Big smile 8 dirhams per kilo. We really didn’t want to walk in the Medina with a kilo of plums. So instead we told him that we just want two plums (like he could have sold us the 2 Plums at 8 dirhams , we would have paid ๐Ÿ˜‚)…. Mr Seller made us repeat (they was a group of 3 or 4 young men). We want two plums… and then he went from sweet smiling seller to hysterical one, yelling words in Darija that of course we couldnโ€™t understand. All 4 together, all angry and all aggressive. Only the expression of their face and the tone of their voice made us understand that it was a messy situation. Then he ends up yelling a Shoo go away…… yes because we were still there trying to understand why this sudden madness… uh sorry??? Like for real?? Did you think you were talking to your cat or what? Go away… Shoo…. We were extremly shocked , furious and speaking unnecessarily in French (I don’t even know what we said! )

Finally by turning the back I got it…. Actually they understood that we wanted to buy the kilo of plums at 2 DIRHAM INSTEAD OF 8….!! Oh my God! But….??? that’s how a seller react when a person wants to buy??? or they thought we were begging their fruits? The worst thing is that noone has intervened during this moment.. the other sellers around were just minding their business, leaving us to push more and more in this dialogue of deaf. The seller and his group looked like they were happy to attack us verbally. … like yeah letโ€™s enjoy and have fun… occasions like this won’t happen soon….

What we did? Well we went to the seller next door… by making sure they was seeing us (they was watching us and continue talking in their langage) so under their eyes we bought… 1 KILO OF PLUM 8 Dirham, 1 KILO OF APRICOTS, a KILO OF GRAPPES ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚. Who said that we didn’t want to walk in the Medina with fruits?? We would have buy the whole stall … and even the seller with it… just to show them that it was not a matter of 2 Dirham …. then we passed again in front of them and highlighted very well our kilos of fruits , smiling and singing ๐ŸŽค ๐ŸŽถ … who lost???NKT

Two Black women solo in casa

During my first stay in Casablanca I really had a bad image of the city. I didn’t dare to go out alone, or I thought about it twice or I was going out but very anxious. Why?? My first day I barely have unpacked my suitcases That I told my friend very excited let’s go for a walk… I didn’t come to stay locked up.

While we were walking; there was a group of guys behind us who was talking loudly. Well I didn’t understand anything and I told myself that they were talking together , my friend quickly made me understand that they were talking about us. Then since their words were being more and more disrespectful and rude, in good crazy that she is, she reacted in their langage and finshed with a “you are pervert”…. OKAY….the tone was launched.

Scenes like this happened often and finally I was eager to go back home. It reminded me of the stories my mum told me about her studies in Algeria. How they were verbally assaulted by groups just because they were black women….

I thought it was from another time but my friend will explain me that it was quite common as situation. Ok, well…. I don’t live here! I’m not studying here… Ciao Ciao Bye Bye. Will I come back?? Of course! Just that I will not go out alone, I need to anticipate on some impulses of antipathy.

We don’t let a few blacksheep destroy the beautiful image we have of a country . Isnโ€™t it…? There are blacksheeps everywhere, however the blachsheeps in Casablanca was kind of too much Dark.

So Marrakech was my breath of fresh air, I found everyone there so warm. I’ll tell you in the the next topic how it was.


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