Friend for a Day in Casablanca

Part 3 Colors of Morocco

If you're anything like me, instead of watching dumb inflight movies (usually along the lines of "Big Momma's House 2") you like to kill time by practicing your sarcasm on your seatmates, hoping at the same time they wouldn't get too annoyed and put on their headphones. The seven hour flight to Casablanca proved to be quite different though.

Sitting next to me was Karen, and after the initial introductions, we managed to get a good conversation going. She was just connecting at Casablanca and moving onwards to the country of Guinea (NOT to be confused with Equatorial Guinea, people!) where she will be working at a reproductive clinic for a couple of months as part of her Masters in Public Health degree. I sheepishly admitted to having less lofty objectives for my visit to Morocco, only playing the part of not-too-idiotic tourist. Strangely enough, we found each other's planned trip to be fascinating, and this fueled further delving into the other's background and life interests.

Upon arrival at Mohammed V airport, Karen and I decided to share a grand taxi into town. Quite fortunate for me. Her impressive French language skills managed to keep the driver occupied, while I tried to listen for phrases here and there that were comprehensible. The driver tried his best to steer us away from our destination, the Hotel Rio, by claiming it was substandard and suggesting an alternative hotel (plain old Economics 101: the power of incentives, in the form of commissions from the establishments - bien sur!). Among his other "paid for" recommendations were getting massages at a newly opened spa, and somewhat puzzling, touting some newly built condominiums as a great bargain.

The first item on our agenda was to visit the Hassan II mosque, one of the rare mosques open to non-Muslims which possesses the tallest minaret in the world. Visible for miles around, the complex was built at the cost of $800M and was completed in 1993. Guided tours are scheduled a few times per day, with different groups for Spanish, German, French, Italian and English speakers. After paying our 120 dirhams, our group was ushered inside to marvel at the finely decorated interiors, elegant furnishings and design. Almost all of the granite, marble, wood and other materials used in the construction were flown in from Italy, and over a thousand master craftsmen worked around the clock. The mosque can accommodate over 25,000 worshippers inside, and an additional 80,000 in the courtyard. It has its own hammam (communal bath) as well to serve as a social gathering place for locals.

After the tour, what with the heat in Casablanca, we hopped on a petit taxi to one of the finest restaurants in town, Al Mounia, which serves traditional Moroccan food in an elegant setting. It would've been wonderful to sit outside in the garden, but the heat was unbearable and we were both dying for some AC. The lamb tajine dishes were sweet and superb, even if the price was a bit on the high side, and the decoration quite traditional - the quintessential Moroccan restaurant. From then on, it was another petit taxi ride to the new Medina where some shopping for cheap, high quality scarves and babouches (pointed flat-heeled slippers) was done by Karen (I wasn't in a buying mood yet, being so early on the trip).

Finally, jet lagged and wilting from the heat, we looked for a place to have a cool drink and ventured inside the Hyatt hotel (the fanciest digs in town). Unfortunately, after perusing the menu and finding the prices to be a bit stiff, we slipped out to one of the numerous outdoor cafes lining the main streets of Casablanca. One thing most tourists notice immediately is that the clientele is almost entirely male - I thought there was either a massive shortage of women or an entire cadre of unemployed men whiling away their time sipping mint tea - this is not due to any explicit ban on women sitting in cafes, but in traditional Moroccan society the woman's domain is the home and that is where she is normally found. After a couple of Cokes (no alcohol - hey it's a Muslim country) and some interesting conversation, we walked back to the hotel where Karen was being picked up for the ride back to the airport.

Thus ends the day's adventures, an amazing and unexpected experience that only travel can bring. "Friend for a day" is really a misnomer, as we continue to keep in touch. Read more about Karen's adventures in Guinea.