A trip to Morocco

First of all, I have just arrived in Marrakech.

Chaos spent two weeks of exam week nervously. The whole person is in a state of high tension and the stomach can't relax and breathe. After that, he packed his bags in a hurry and went to Marrakech. This is not like a holiday, but a life. Standing at Marrakech airport, my heart is still in the examination room of photography class. When we were upset, we found that the conveyor belt that had been waiting for a long time still didn't spit out our luggage, and then we realized that it seemed wrong.

When I arrived at the baggage area, there was already a mother with a little girl talking to the officials inside, and it seemed that the baggage had been lost. Lucas is quite depressed and seems to be suppressing his anger. I hesitate, too. I have never encountered such a situation, and I don't know how to deal with it.

After it was our turn, the official with dark skin, big eyes and thick knuckles helped us to enter flight information on the old keyboard.

"Go back and wait for the notice."

We didn't understand at first.

"I'll let you know if I find my luggage."

"But we are leaving Marrakech early tomorrow morning."

The official said there was nothing we could do, so we had to leave.

When I left the airport, I saw the tour guide holding a small sign. The tour guide is a petite young girl with a round face, short hair sneakers and a pair of slender eyes looking at us peacefully, as if our lateness was not a serious accident. After asking why we lost our luggage, she took out her mobile phone and recorded our flight information, and then said that if the luggage was found late, she would contact local friends to deliver it for us. "But you pay for it yourself." Lucas and I certainly have no objection to this, but it is inevitable that we will be depressed when we think of so many twists and turns.

Walking in the crowd again this time, I suddenly don't know how. Combined with previous hearsay, the image of Morocco in my heart seems sinister. Nine times out of ten, the luggage was stolen, and here are all vendors trying to cheat money. All the drivers are talking loudly, and the restaurant has ulterior motives ... all the pictures suddenly extend to my mind. This is really not an easy border to get along with.

This impression continued in my mind, so that when I got off the bus for dinner, my inner cordon was pulled to the highest level.

According to our hobby, we naturally don't like group meals, so we have to find local people to eat. When the troops enter the online celebrity restaurant, we will leave.

At this time, the sun is shining, and the street vendors selling pomegranate juice and cactus fruit are neatly packed. As soon as the whistle sounded, all the vendors pushed their cars into the side street. It seems that the urban management is coming. I saw such a scene once when I was in Beijing. However, vendors in Morocco are relatively calm. Let's look back. Once the crisis is over, they will quickly return to their original position and continue to shout their own small business.

Our street is not a tourist attraction, but there are two or three small restaurants scattered on the small street. Thinking that the newcomers can't be too far away from the big army, they sat down in the small restaurant opposite the online celebrity restaurant. A row of brick-red Taji pots are stewed on the stove outside the small restaurant. There are cheese, olive sauce, eggplant sauce and pancakes in front of the superfine product. Behind the big glass cabinet, mutton skewers are placed in different categories. Behind the glass cabinet, the chef has a large pot of cut sheep liver at hand and a sign in his right hand to string the red and white pieces one by one.

My heart is suspicious. I think that big hand is greasy and dirty, and I think the shopkeeper seems too enthusiastic.

On the one hand, I don't know the sanitation, but I only see many local people eating here, which seems not enough. I wonder if the price is reasonable. After all, I'm new here.

"Taji pot to eat? There are also vegetables and chicken. "

"How much is the chicken?"

"Thirty."

"cheaper!"

"No, it's already very low."

Lucas, I have taken a fancy to the lamb liver in my master's hand. Master has hands, five yuan a string. It's too expensive, so I began to bargain, and the master looked serious. This thing is already expensive and can't be reduced. The two of us stubbornly haggled and chattered.

In the end, I ordered a chicken tower and chicken pot instead of sheep liver.

Sitting in the shop, many people are sitting with a cup of tea and a piece of cake. There are also elderly women who chew slowly around headscarves. The boy opened his hands, walked back to the kitchen with a neat row of cakes in his arms, and put them in a big glass box. Suddenly there were more cakes in the box.

The little brother who collected the money also specially set up dinner paper, forks and patterned glass plates. Mint tea is also different from other diners' coffee cups, but it is full of mint leaves. This kind of hospitality makes our table a little dazzling. I was so nervous and enthusiastic that I let the lion speak soon.

Taji pot is a local specialty. As soon as it is opened, the hot air comes out in vain. Radish, bamboo shoots and melons are cut into long strips and gathered together like a cage fire. When the vegetables were pushed aside, the chicken nuggets were exposed. It is said that Taji pot collects the juice of food with an inclined long pot cover, and can make original food without adding any water in the production process.

I was surprised at the entrance, but it was very light, not the strong stimulation of the exotic customs I imagined. Radish and bamboo shoots have a long temper, soft and juicy. Chickens also look down on their eyes under the infiltration of radish juice and melon juice. The boy brought cake and olive sauce to match the meal. Breaking bread and dipping in soup is quite disgusting. I've heard about mint tea for a long time. It's very thick and has a lot of sugar. It tastes sweet and bitter, with the coolness of mint. Whether the diners here pay attention to the location of the pie Taji pot or just fill their stomachs with scones, a cup of mint tea is standard. It can be seen that mint tea is a gentleman in tea, no matter how high or low, it is treated equally.

After dinner, the bill is thirty-four yuan.

The local currency is dirham, which is one to ten with the euro, which is probably a little cheaper than RMB. Thirty-four dirhams, about a little over thirty RMB. The price is not high, two people eat and drink.

I was shocked and immediately felt ashamed. It turned out to be a simple shop, hospitable, not taking advantage of tourists and not asking for prices. Lucas must feel the same way, so remind me to give some hints. As soon as I was happy, I took out a heavy coin from my boss's coin and put it back in his big hand. The boss smiled and nodded.

After leaving the shop, Lucas stamped his foot.

"How much did you give him? A tip of one or two yuan is enough. "

"I only gave a dollar."

"You give me a coin with five or five dollars written on it!"

I just found a pile of coins and held them in my hand. Silver-gray coins are almost the same size. Look at them, some did say one, some said two. Only then did I remember that the values on coins were different.

After dinner, we started sightseeing with the car, and yellow oranges hung on the green trees planted in the street. I think this is the specialty here. Later, in other places, the tour guide also picked oranges from trees and gave them to us directly. Although it is not big, it is sweet, sour and juicy.

There is an empty yard in Bahia Palace, which is planted with plants, but people go to the empty building. There is neither a piece of furniture nor a painting between the carved beams and the painted buildings. I can only imagine that many years ago, in the hot afternoon, under the green plantains and bright red pomegranates, women were sleepy in the sultry weather.

At the back of the palace, there is an open courtyard, and rows of stone pillars tick off cool shadows in the hot sun. The fountain is all dry, and it seems that I don't want to wake up to see tourists.

There is a girl wearing a bright yellow long skirt and a long bright blue scarf, wrapped in her hair. Her boyfriend is taking all kinds of photos for her with a huge camera. Looking around, young girls from all over the world have long hair fluttering, and several beautiful young girls wear various long skirts to take pictures here. I think Morocco is a very suitable country for taking pictures, with such long corridors, carved gypsum walls, mosaic tiles and blue and green exotic customs.

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Second, Ma Square

Before taking us to Ma Square, the tour guide reminded us that the alley behind the square is very complicated, so don't go too deep.

When we got off the bus, a group of food stalls were laying seats and building sheds. Many women wearing scarves draw complex patterns on tourists' hands with brushes filled with nail pollen. There are monkey charmers sitting idle on a small bench, letting the little monkeys tied in their hands run around. Lucas went around behind the monkey charmer and found a small brown hand crawling on the gap between several wooden boxes. Through the gap, he only saw the little monkey's eyes rolling round and round, and suddenly felt sorry for Lucas and pulled him away.

We walked into the square, and the shops selling robes and shoes were filled with all kinds of goods. All shoes are pointed, colorful pointed, leather, embroidered and beaded. The square is very big, but the vendors naturally divide their respective territories, such as spices, kitchen utensils, handmade fabrics, local nut oil and mint tea, which have their own characteristics, blend with each other and are full of vitality.

Walking, I suddenly found myself losing my sense of direction. I thought I had come all the way, but I came to an open-air market. Vegetable vendors have closed their stalls, exposing the open space. The thin mother cat licked the thinner cat and snuggled up on the wooden shelf. After school, the child took his mother's hand and pointed to the glass box where the old man sold pieces of pink cakes, showing a shy smile. Some westerners sit in the open air in twos and threes for tea rest, and there are sleeping cats in the spare seats in twos and threes. When new guests sit down, they will deliberately bypass these sleeping regulars, but cats are alert, and most of them will bow their backs and turn their tails before people approach, and then find a secluded mat to relive their good dreams when everything is calm again.

There must be more westerners here, so the price of mint tea is twice as expensive as that of lunch street, 20 dirhams a pot. Lucas likes this silver teapot and thinks it is exquisite. When he wanted to see it, he burned his thumb.

Seeing that the assembly time is coming, we quickly got up and looked for a way out.

Time passes by, but Google Maps is absent-minded, and the suggested route is foggy, so you can only rely on your feelings.

Lucas hurried me through a small and crowded market. The small sidewalk along the way came face to face. Bees are flying in droves on the shiny candy. Hedgehog lizards are kept in small cages next to spices in pharmacies. The enthusiastic shopkeeper touched mint tea powder into my palm. The big pots of water are full of little black things that I don't know if I am alive or dead ... Dazzling, plus the fatigue of the journey, everything I feel and touch is frightening.

Finally, I walked out of the market, and for a time, the setting sun slanted over the square. The stalls in the night market have just begun to lay benches.

There are crowds of cars and horses in the street, and tourists have just begun to flock to the sleepless square.

After the rally, a local old man sold us a national costume, and no one responded. At this time, he pointed to my open bag and folded his hands to remind me of safety. Looking at his simple smile, I am grateful and constantly thank him. Shame is born again. When you feel pity for others, others will respond with kindness. What's the point of pity? In the face of kindness, it is just a cowardly mentality.

I thought I didn't bring my luggage that night, so I bought a change of clothes and a lot of local clothes. I especially like dark gray striped dresses made of soft fabrics. Lucas wears it with sharp eyebrows and looks like an exotic prince, but I don't want to tell him so in front of him.

At the end of the hard first day, I just got up the next day, and my mobile phone showed two unread messages. I opened it and found it was from the airport. I found my luggage and went to get it!

It is quite difficult to bargain with the driver when taking a taxi on the road. The asking price 150, the price is still 70. I thought the driver would complain more along the way, but I didn't expect him to suggest to us happily that we should go and see the desert, which is beautiful. When I came back from the airport, the sun had just risen and there were many pedestrians on the road. The driver pointed to the peddler riding a motorcycle in front and said happily to us, "Look, fish!" " "Sure enough, the box behind the vendor is full of whitebait. Suddenly, the air is filled with some shapeless things, perhaps because of the sunshine, perhaps because of the happy voice of the young driver, or because of the lost suitcase. Everything makes people relaxed and happy.

Looking around, the city is a building. Although it is bulky and modern in structure, it still reveals the traditional and beautiful window outline, and there are cats that locals like to run and jump in it. The old branches were covered with dust, and the old man selling old things was pushed into the shade and quietly looked at the newspaper in his hand.

Noisy tourists crowded the restaurant, and pomegranate vendors in the street quietly waited for the call of the guests. All things, whether from Tao or Tao, are clear and firm in form and track, and are a set of continuous survival philosophy.

Then in the desert, it was a completely different scene.

Third, the desert

It is not easy to go to the desert. Although people are already in Africa, it is quite hard for us to drive from Marrakech to the desert for five or six hours.

Along the way, we passed a cool canyon, a Berber summer resort and a desert oasis full of big date palms. Under the canyon, the cool breeze blows gently, and the brook gurgles. Although it is a dry environment, the local people have their own coping strategies and show the interest of life. During lunch break, the store is large, and there are peacocks and turtles in the backyard, which is a symbol of wealth.

After dinner, I embarked on a journey again, sat in the car and looked around. I saw a hard yellow wasteland and passed by a large cactus bush from time to time. The sun is cold and white, and it is worse. The sky is eternal blue, red brick walls, warm and dry. It's strange to say. On the way to the desert, I listened to Lin's book Fang Siqi's First Love Paradise. Obviously, it is a rough and vast landscape, but I don't consciously listen to this novel that is delicate to the bone marrow. The contrast between lightness and depression is strong, and there is an inexplicable harmony. In the vast natural world, listening to the dark humanity from civilized society gives birth to a state of mind that is neither sad nor happy. It seems that we can no longer judge the beauty and ugliness of the world, but only look at the vast world and endless life.

When we reached the desert, the terrain changed again. The plain is vast and the ground is hard gravel road. From time to time, we will see three or four stones piled up in a row, silently suggesting that someone has been here, perhaps it is dull and boring.

Local specialty fossils and crystals are also bought from vendors.

Perhaps it was the seabed thousands of years ago, and land creatures could not imagine the shape here. But now this is a desert, and the once fish schools are extinct, and only fossils prove their existence. Naturally, creativity is far greater than people's imagination, which makes people feel awe.

In the desert, the four-wheel drive team took us to the edge of the desert and raised long smoke. The driver is playing desert music, and the female voice is old and high but as simple as a child. This trend is spreading. When I came back, I wanted to look for the music, but I had no clue but to recall it.

Really entering the desert is like walking into the desert picture I have seen countless times: Jinsha and blue sky. An undulating curve.

The yellow sand is long, but it seems that Xiao can't be killed. Jinsha Group has a natural majesty and beauty. When you look closely, the sand grains are even, crystal clear, delicate and colorful. This is different from the desert formed by human destruction of nature. The yellow sand in the Sahara is naturally formed, and it is indisputable to enjoy the natural beauty endowed by nature. Looking along the desert surface, a series of footprints suggest the vitality here, perhaps birds, perhaps rabbits, and more are the intricate footprints of camel teams. Footprints make the desert particularly lively.

The sun is still hanging in midair.

We have begun to choose our own camels and prepare to go deep into the desert.

A closer look reveals that the camel is really a monster. The three of them are in a row, end to end, with thick ropes tied to their lips, thick cushions tied to their unimodal backs and iron handrails. Camels are brown, some are deep, some are shallow, and some are white. When people choose camels in succession, camels are also choosing people. Some camels don't want to camel people, and they howl with their mouths open, exposing the grass residue left on their tongues. The Berber guide explained that some camels are very young and don't want to be tamed.

I dare not go near those angry camels, for fear that I will fall down on the way. So I approached a camel lying there quietly carefully, stroking the rough fluff on their heads one by one and please them carefully. All three people touched it before trying to climb on one of them's back.

In the shouts of the guide, the camel suddenly stood up. In the violent commotion, it suddenly rose more than two meters high, which scared me to bend down and hold the tie rod tightly and didn't dare to move.

Different from the imagined leisurely riding, the camel actually travels with one foot shallow and one foot deep, and it bumps badly.

Later, I found the law of its bumps, and I felt better with my body shaking. During the period, I did not forget to touch and please this big camel and made great efforts. Lest it feel wronged.

Sunset in the desert, how to say it? I went to take pictures completely, and I had no idea how the sun sank. Only two Berber guides sat together, chatting quietly and looking into the distance. When I took the photo and looked back, the sun had turned into a pale white shadow and sank into the clouds.

Rest in a hotel in the desert at night. It happened to be Christmas Eve, and everyone got together to eat fruit and Taji pots. Some people specially opened red wine, and some people took out cinnamon cakes. Waiters in local robes and headscarves shuttled through the hall. The villa in the desert is a mound-like house with small windows and thick walls, a fountain at the entrance, green plants and red flowers in the cloister. There is a swimming pool in the middle of the yard, and a row of lounge chairs are empty.

In the desert at night, the sky is exceptionally clear, with galaxies, nebulae and the moon hanging in the distance on the horizon.

Shower in the bathroom late at night

. Since I entered the desert, I feel that bathing is a waste and I dare not open too much water. Take a shower in a hurry and get into the hard quilt to sleep. There was silence all around.

The next day, we went to the blue town of Shawanshev. The blue walls of the town are uneven, and the blue is deep and shallow, which has a naive and clumsy temperament. Small shops on the roadside also sell all kinds of pigment powder, which is packed in containers of various shapes. I bought the strongest blue in the area and the pink of dried roses. Pigment powder is packed in a small transparent bag, taken home, mixed with water and painted on canvas. After the water evaporates, the picture is pure and symmetrical sapphire blue without mineral oil, so you can touch the canvas with your hands no matter how long it takes.

There is a China restaurant at the entrance to the town. The boss is young, thin and talkative. Passing by, an old man wearing a complicated hat and holding a tambourine shook excitedly, walked into the tourists and looked at them with his eyes, but no one responded to his eyes. He can only continue to shake his drum and walk towards the tourists in the distance.

At night, at dusk, the station stands in the courtyard of the Mid-Levels. There are lights at the foot of the mountain, the songs from the minarets come, and the low chanting sounds extend in all directions.

In the lobby of the hotel, newly cut pine branches are burning in the fireplace. Seeing that I was interested, the man who filled the stove broke off a short branch with a pine cone from the pine branch and gave it to me. Now this branch is lying in my study, together with the branches picked up on Anna Mountain.

One of Lucas' most common words is, "They are people of faith and will not do bad things." The people I met along the way, their simplicity, variety, enthusiasm and reserve, are all a kind of, how to say, non-urbanization innocence. In the ancient city, the uncle sitting in front of his house carving wood carvings has a lasting smile on his face. Buy wood carvings from him and praise him as an artist. He smiled brightly. Buy bracelets from street vendors and look at their crystal necklaces carefully. They will stubbornly keep you. The children who came home from school came together in groups of three and five and asked us where we came from in English. The lumberjack on lunch break showed us how to cut the wood into small pieces with a chainsaw, but when we tipped him, he shyly wanted to refuse.

Horses carrying cement and lime in narrow alleys, horses standing guard at the gate of mosques, horses pulling carriages in pairs in the streets, skinny stray cats wandering around and camels in the desert are all part of Morocco. In addition, with the influx of strangers, these components are constantly undergoing minor changes.

Looking at the Atlantic Ocean from Casablanca, the water vapor is boundless. Finally, when I left, I went to a big shopping mall and ate Gus Gus, which I had been thinking about for a long time. It's only sold here on Fridays, so it's hard to meet. When fnac asked the shop assistant where I could eat Gus Gus, he said, "If I can, I'd like to take you to my house to eat, but unfortunately I have to work. Go to the second floor, turn left, and there is a restaurant at the end. "

Arriving at the airport, it was already afternoon, and the minaret began to play songs as promised. In this sound, we finally took a look at the street outside and walked into the airport.

Fourth, the postscript

I'm not a frequent traveler. Perhaps it is lazy nature and numb senses, and I feel that traveling is more troublesome than enjoying. But Lucas is different. He will enjoy the trip and try to implement every detail. Mr. Qian Zhongshu once said that if you want to know whether this person is suitable for life, you only need to travel with him once. On the road, you will encounter everything, including surprises, thrills, setbacks, worries, lengthy details and boring roads. Put up with all this, and then you will see those sunrises, sunsets, lights and galaxies. There is no sudden beauty, everything is the reward given by fate after looking for it.

I'm grateful for that. Thank you for having such a person, starting from planning the itinerary, drawing a different route with colorful strokes, and tirelessly telling me where to go and what kind of scenery I will see. Thank you for having such a person who helped me when I was constantly trying to give up and told me that the world is big and there are still many things worth seeing, so I can't give up easily.

The world is so beautiful, with love.