i love morocco

well i'm back from spain/morocco/frankfurt, and just getting over jetlag. some of my favourite memories of morocco:

we stayed a night in the sahara again, but this time our tents were really out in the sand dunes, far away from the hotel and running water and bathrooms, i.e. we did our business out in the open and then kicked sand over whatever we had done. it was very liberating, to say the least.

we were in fes on our way to our hotel when we drove past a huge field full of people. we were curious so we parked and walked over, and it was essentially a sheep market. there were no other tourists there, so we really stood out, being asian and all. we could hear people all around us whispering excitedly "les chines, les chines!" (moroccans primarily speak arabic and french) and kids followed us around doing kung-fu moves.

while we were there, the people were getting ready to celebrate the muslim eid fesitval that commemorates abraham's willingness to sacrifice isaac. the festival involves eating lamb, so there were sheep for sale everywhere. sheep are some of the naughtiest creatures. either that or they're lazy, or both. these people purchased their sheep but had immense difficulty getting them home. the sheep just wouldn't budge. they'd stand there and refuse to move, even with a string around their necks like a leash, no amount of pushing and pulling would get these sheep to move. so people resorted to transporting them in carts or on donkeys, carrying them on their shoulders, or my personal favourite--holding their back legs and forcing them to do the wheelbarrow.