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Pat & Mark with a perfectly placed bougainvillea providing contrast

Pat & Mark with a perfectly placed bougainvillea providing contrast

More than 46 years after I first heard Crosby, Stills, & Nash sing Marrakesh Express I finally got on the Marrakech Express. Over those years they appear to have gotten rid of the “ducks and pigs and chickens” that Graham Nash experienced, but otherwise it’s still pretty rustic. Three hours pretty much straight south, much of it across pretty desert-like country where the red sandstone buildings meld seamlessly into the endless landscape.

Maybe you have to be a life-long Crosby, Stills, & Nash fan to understand why this sign was so exciting for me

Maybe you have to be a life-long Crosby, Stills, & Nash fan to understand why this sign was so exciting for me

The Marrakech train station, a gleaming and beautiful example of Moorish architecture. Have I mentioned how much we enjoy traveling by train?

The Marrakech train station, a gleaming and beautiful example of Moorish architecture. Have I mentioned how much we enjoy traveling by train?

First stop after arrival was lunch in Jemaa El-Fna, Marrakech's main square and allegedly the busiest square in all of Africa

First stop after arrival was lunch in Jemaa El-Fna, Marrakech’s main square and allegedly the busiest square in all of Africa

And then we were in Marrakech. A great train station. A taxi to a mosque on the edge of the medina where someone from our riad (“a traditional Moroccan house or palace with an interior garden or courtyard”) was waiting with Couscous – a donkey in this case, not food – and a cart for our bags. Down narrow, winding streets with our guide pointing out landmarks that we’d need to know to find our way when we were on our own.

In Tangier and now Marrakech we stayed in riads, while in Rabat and Casablanca we were in hotels and I have to say I mostly like the more traditional riads. They’re certainly smaller and more intimate and they have great locations right in the middle of things. The architecture is – not surprisingly – genuinely Moroccan. They tend to be a little noisier since your room opens onto the courtyard that people are moving around in, cool despite that.

Once a capital to one of the Berber kingdoms Marrakech is Morocco’s fourth largest city – after Casablanca, Fes, and Tangier – with fabled markets packed into the warren of little pedestrian ways through the old city. (While I describe them as pedestrian ways because there are no cars, the scooters and motorcycles that race through can scare the bejesus out of you.) We had six days scheduled there, joined by Mark’s brother Pat and his wife Jenny, over to celebrate Thanksgiving with us.

So we spent our days wandering, going through the markets and finding great hidden restaurants. Pat had been here five years before, but one of his most powerful memories – constantly being lost in the medina’s winding streets – had been obviated by Google Maps. Now you just glance at your phone and you know where you are and how to get to where you want to be. An improvement in many ways, to be sure, but I suspect getting lost has its own attractions, too. Unfortunately there was somewhat less wandering among the four of us than we’d anticipated: I came down with a nasty cold and spent part of the week just holed up in the riad while Jenny apparently tangled with some food that didn’t agree with her and she, too, was laid up for a bit.

The visit with Pat & Jenny was great; as we’ve noted before, it seems as though we see some family members, at least, more now that we’re permanent nomads than we did when we were working constantly. That can only get better as more of our friends and family either retire or at least become empty nesters.

Mark's the photographer, so he wasn't in this picture from Essaouira, a town out on the Atlantic coast where we went on a day trip. You'll note that Essaouira uses all five vowels!

Mark’s the photographer, so he wasn’t in this picture from Essaouira, a town out on the Atlantic coast where we went on a day trip. You’ll note that Essaouira uses all five vowels!

Yup, tree goats on the road to Essaouira. Apparently they're legit; we thought maybe people put them up there to fool the tourists but these goats climb the trees to get the fruit. One of the strangest things I've ever seen in my life.

Yup, tree goats on the road to Essaouira. Apparently they’re legit; we thought maybe people put them up there to fool the tourists but these goats climb the trees to get the fruit. One of the strangest things I’ve ever seen in my life.

Beyond the extra family time and the markets and all that, Marrakech will be remembered as the place where we experienced some life-changing improvements. Shortly before Pat & Jenny left the U.S., Mark discovered a multi-USB plug, essentially way to plug in four USB cords at one time, so he bought two of them and had them shipped to their house for delivery in Morocco. Now we can have our phones, iPads, and AppleWatches all plugged in at once. Huge improvement!

You have no idea what a life-enhancer this little thing is going to be!

You have no idea what a life-enhancer this little thing is going to be!

And, this is even bigger, Pat explained to us how we can get our phones unlocked and buy SIM cards along the way for data and phone services. One of the huge frustrations we’ve experienced over these 30 months on the road is the enormous AT&T charges we have for extremely limited services. I mean, for all intents and purposes we just don’t use our phones. We need them, though, for texting and maps, along with other random apps. Now, though, we can just cancel our phone service and buy the data cards we need at a very small fraction of the cost. We’ll pay less and be online all the time, or at least as long as there’s a signal where we are. We can still text back and forth using our email addresses instead of phone numbers. And we’ll quit getting those damned telemarketing calls that not only are annoying but cost us money if we answer them.

Apologies in advance to whoever inherits those numbers and the telemarketers.

From Marrakech it was back on the train to Casablanca where, after a day-and-a-half stopover, we catch a six-hour flight down to Dakar. It will be the first time either of us have been in West Africa, so we’re pretty excited about this new adventure.

Pat took this picture of us at the Ali ben Youssef medersa, an ancient and now-abandoned Moslem college

Pat took this picture of us at the Ali ben Youssef medersa, an ancient and now-abandoned Moslem college

Jenny in front of grand tiles and plaster work in the medersa

Jenny in front of grand tiles and plaster work in the medersa

I think Jenny & Pat were better about it than we were, but we have almost no pictures inside the winding markets in the medina. Here's one though from the shoe district.

I think Jenny & Pat were better about it than we were, but we have almost no pictures inside the winding markets in the medina. Here’s one though from the shoe district.

You can buy lots of olives in these markets

You can buy lots of olives in these markets

Me and Jenny in Essaouira

Me and Jenny in Essaouira

There were boats in Essaouira, too

There were boats in Essaouira, too

There wasn't a lot of street art in Marrakech, at least that we saw, but this was pretty spectacular

There wasn’t a lot of street art in Marrakech, at least that we saw, but this was pretty spectacular

Couscous, our riad's deceptively cute beast of burden

Couscous, our riad’s deceptively cute beast of burden

And on the subject of animals this dog seems to just belong here, right?

And on the subject of animals this dog seems to just belong here, right?

The three of them toured the Jardin Majorelle, Yves Saint Laurent's former villa, while I was coughing and sneezing in my room

The three of them toured the Jardin Majorelle, Yves Saint Laurent’s former villa, while I was coughing and sneezing in my room

Another view from the Jardin, which was Saint Laurent's gift to the city on his death

Another view from the Jardin, which was Saint Laurent’s gift to the city on his death

The food in Marrakech was damned good. We had this salad extravaganza for lunch and then came back the next night for dinner.

The food in Marrakech was damned good. We had this salad extravaganza for lunch and then came back the next night for dinner.

We're closing out our Morocco visit with another night in Casablanca to catch our flight to Senegal. This was sunrise from our hotel room.

We’re closing out our Morocco visit with another night in Casablanca to catch our flight to Senegal. This was sunrise from our hotel room.

Mark enjoying a Manhattan at Rick's Cafe. Yes, that Rick's Cafe.

Mark enjoying a Manhattan at Rick’s Cafe. Yes, that Rick’s Cafe.

We almost never do one-night stops, but given the way our schedule worked and the sense from Lonely Planet that there wasn’t much to see in Casablanca, it seemed to make sense. As it was, we had a great little stop there. It’s less than 90 minutes by train from Rabat to Casablanca and the train station was a quick five-minute walk from our hotel, so we had time to get out and see a few things.

The 700-foot minaret at the Hassan II Mosque is the tallest minaret in the world. Kind of begs the question: when does a minaret become a maxaret?

The 700-foot minaret at the Hassan II Mosque is the tallest minaret in the world. Kind of begs the question: when does a minaret become a maxaret?

Casablanca was, of course, made famous by the 1942 film but it is a city that very much stands on its own. It is by far the largest city in Morroco and is the country’s economic and business center as well as the major port. It’s the largest city in the Magreb and one of the major cities in Africa. So you could expect something nice there.

First on the list was visiting the Hassan II Mosque. A modern mosque that was finished in 1993, the mosque was built as a mausoleum for King Mohammed V (who died in 1961) and was intended as a landmark monument for the city. The mosque is big. It’s the largest mosque in Morocco and one of the largest in the world; it can hold 25,000 people for services with room for another 80,000 in the surrounding courtyard. Particularly striking is the minaret, a beautiful 700-foot tall tower that is the tallest minaret in the world.

Unfortunately, while we could admire the building from the outside, we weren’t allowed in. Lonely Planet indicates that non-Moslems in proper dress are allowed in, but there was someone at the door who made it clear we were not getting in. It looked pretty fabulous, but all we could do is peek in.

Lunch on our one-day stop in Casablanca was up these steps, some of the most colorful steps in the world

Lunch on our one-day stop in Casablanca was up these steps, some of the most colorful steps in the world

The other highlight, to our surprise and delight, was Rick’s Café. Rick’s, of course, is where much of Casablanca takes place. Keep in mind that the movie was filmed entirely on a lot in Los Angeles and there was no real Rick’s In Casablanca. A enterprising developer, though, shortly after the turn of the century decided to create an authentic replica of the bar from the movie in the real Casablanca which today is a real tourist draw.

Now, generally we would avoid something like that; you could count on it being cheesy, tacky, touristy, low quality, and expensive. Mark & I once went to Raffles in Singapore, home of the original Singapore Sling, and we were permanently scarred by the experience. Surprisingly, though, the drinks at Rick’s are great, the food is good, the music was perfect, the lighting is elegant, the atmosphere is very cool, and the prices are entirely reasonable. It had that special ruling class colonial vibe to it that’s entertaining as long as you’re on the colonizer side. Thus we had a great time and in fact plan to return next Saturday when we again have one night in Casablanca between Marrakech and our flight to Senegal.

For now, though, it’s on to the Marrakech Express. I have a feeling that song will be playing in my head the whole time!

The Hassan II Mosque from our hotel room, with the Atlantic Ocean just beyond

The Hassan II Mosque from our hotel room, with the Atlantic Ocean just beyond

Mark and me in front of the mosque

Mark and me in front of the mosque

And one more view of it

And one more view of it

We also toured this 20th century building, once Casablanca's Cathedral, now used for other purposes. On our day there, it was an art show, with the art competing with the soaring Gothic architecture for your attention.

We also toured this 20th century building, once Casablanca’s Cathedral, now used for other purposes. On our day there, it was an art show, with the art competing with the soaring Gothic architecture for your attention.

For $2 each you could climb to the top of the Cathedral. And with no railings or anything to stop you, you could wander along the roof as these courageous tourists did. There was no safety net.

For $2 each you could climb to the top of the Cathedral. And with no railings or anything to stop you, you could wander along the roof as these courageous tourists did. There was no safety net.

Here we are on the edge of Rabat's Kasbah overlooking the Atlantic. The weather of late has been fabulous as you can see here.

Here we are on the edge of Rabat’s Kasbah overlooking the Atlantic. The weather of late has been fabulous as you can see here.

We spent three days in Rabat, but I really don’t have a lot to say about it. Only the seventh-largest city in Morocco, Rabat has been the capital since 1912 when the French moved the capital here from Fez. The French had invaded and set up a “protectorate,” but since the then-capital Fez was still a bit rebellious they moved the capital to somewhere safer. When Morocco regained independence in 1956, King Mohammad V decided to leave the capital where it was.

This was a great little restaurant we almost literally stumbled into in the medina. Those are samples of four Moroccan salads which were followed by some great tangines. Unfortunately we also had some pretty unexciting meals here, too.

This was a great little restaurant we almost literally stumbled into in the medina. Those are samples of four Moroccan salads which were followed by some great tangines. Unfortunately we also had some pretty unexciting meals here, too.

Like any middling-sized capital city – a capital not because it’s the cultural and economic center of the country, but a capital because it’s not the center – Rabat is kind of boring. We came here with a specific goal: to get a visa from the Ghanian embassy here. We wanted to go to Ghana and it’s one of those countries where you can’t get a visa on arrival. Knowing that we could be in Rabat if it made sense – and always having an interest in seeing a capital city – Mark found the embassy’s web site and emailed asking if, as Americans, we could get a visa there to visit Ghana. The answer came back short and unambiguous; “Yes, you can,” is all it said.

So we show up at the embassy when it opens, knowing that anything could go wrong. And of course it did. The woman at the front desk explained that no, they only take visa applications from Moroccan citizens; as Americans we would have to apply from the U.S. Mark showed her the email that said we could get a visa there and the woman said that no, the person who wrote that was just a secretary, she was new, and she was wrong. She didn’t quite blow us off; she agreed that she could take the application, along with our $100 application fees, and forward the documents to Accra (Ghana’s capital) to see what they would do. It would probably take about two weeks, by which time we would be long gone from Rabat and probably from Morocco.

Ergo, no go. Instead we’ll go to Marrakech as planned and then move directly to Senegal and The Gambia, spending more time there than we otherwise would. Who knows, we may even hop across the border into Guinea-Bissau just because we can. Either way, though, we’re not visiting Ghana during this pass through West Africa.

Mark posing in one of the tiny-but-beautiful streets in the Kasbah

Mark posing in one of the tiny-but-beautiful streets in the Kasbah

As for Rabat, meh. We found a little bit of good food. There is a great medina and beautiful Kasbah, both of which were worth wandering around in for a few hours. Definitely not worth the three-day stop we planned to get the visas.

One thing that is going to drive me crazy here in Morocco, generally I assume but it was certainly an issue in Rabat, is the smoking. There appears to be no concept of a No Smoking zone, whether in restaurants or hotels or anywhere except trains. You walk into a hotel lobby and people are smoking away; you can sit at a table in a restaurant and someone right next to you – not two feet away – will start smoking. And pretty soon everyone at their table will be smoking. I grew up in a world like that, but it’s been a long time since I’ve had to live in it again. I don’t like it, and I sure don’t like having to wash my clothes every night to get the damned smoke out.

From here it’s a quick one day stop in Casablanca, mostly just to break up the trip, and then six long days in Marrakech with Mark’s brother and sister-in-law to celebrate Thanksgiving. I know, we should have stayed in Turkey for Thanksgiving, but here we are instead.

More beauty from the Kasbah

More beauty from the Kasbah

And one more for good luck

And one more for good luck