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In Casablanca today. I actually saw another white person earlier \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

Nothing touristy here whatsoever which is fine; the countryside on the drive here was mundane and rural but also just revealed a ton about Morocco and the people here. Casablanca is entirely at odds with it, far more western in feel. It’s a generic big city except with comedy traffic and joyful food.<\/p>\n

Everybody is nice here too. I did get stared at earlier by one guy but it was a three donkey town and it’s entirely possible he’s never seen a white person before.<\/p>\n

Ah, the donkeys. Poor people here walk. If you’re well off you have a donkey. If you’re wealthy your donkey tows a small trap. I could judge the wealth of a town by donkey, horse or tractor – the area with good irrigation had horses and the occasional tractor; the unirrigated farmland was donkey only.<\/p>\n

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There were sheep and cows too, some chickens and a couple of blokes selling turkeys. The cows seem to graze on the crops and they use land they can’t plant on for sheep.<\/p>\n

Only other animals you see are the occasional ownerless dog and a lot of cats. Every street in the cities seems to have a family of cats, and every food stall or butcher has at least one cat staring optimistically up at it. So cute.<\/p>\n

Fes tomorrow..<\/p>\n

Today’s Drive:
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