For the most part people really are just people - Portugal: they just speak a different language. Spain: same and the food culture. Morocco: different customs and dress but very hospitable and seem to love to interact with their kids.
All people that speak Arabic are not trying to kill you.
Brits on holiday are mostly horrible.
With all the good food - and sheep and goats - the cheese is really lacking. Moroccoans apparently love the "Laughing Cow"
Teenage Arabic boys seem to act as more privileged punks and perhaps more annoying than American boys.
Mothers screaming at kids in a foreign language and vice versa is more annoying than English.
Adult Arabic men rocking skinny jeans and Abercrombie shirts look strange next to their fully covered women (also see teenage boys above)
I ran into Patrick and Sabrina again - that's Chefcheouan, bus to Fes, Marrakech and here. And they were thinking to go to Oulidia tomorrow as a day trip until I explained how far it was.
Marrakech is the Rose Ciry and Dades Gorge is the Roae Valley so I guess it is llittle wonder there are roses everywhere.
The hash brownies I bought from the guy on the beach is making me write funny things - only kidding (I wrote most of this before the brownies!)
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