“God bless America” played loudly on the cafe’s radio station without anyone taking an interest; Strolling along a wide boulevard as someone whispers “Vive la France” into my ear as they pass; the America Embassy and even the American Bookshop are heavily fortified, the pavement is closed and it’s forbidden to take any photographs; a young girl offers everyone (me included) some biscuits on the Casablanca to Marrakesh train. People as a whole are uninterested in global politics, they dont want to be killed by anyone as much as they want to kill someone else. Does the war on terror succeed? I don’t think it ever will as you drive those “fundamentalists” deeper underground and fortify your own business and embassies and huge costs to all nations, and in doing so you forego what freedom you had left. Anyway I’m on holiday but these things need to be said.
Casablanca is a sprawling city, the economic hub of Morocco, and, apart from a few fine pieces of colonial and art-deco architecture, the world’s 3rd largest Mosque and a pleasant Medina, there is not much to entice the tired traveller in need of some rest and recuperation.
There were culture shocks abound when I turned up late in Essaouira having travelled down on a pleasant train/bus journey where the sunsets were more vivid against the sillhoueted mountain scapes and the stars (how many stars!) where brighter than ever before in a perfect night sky. A 50 metre walk (I found out later) became a 10 minute taxi ride and having been deposited at the city walls, I was the tourist who stuck out like a sore thumb in the late night air. I struggled past street vendors as chickens clucked and footballs bounced around. Hashish? No. My Friend, you want good room? No. etc.etc.
Finally found the place I wanted, right next door to where Hendrix stayed in the 70s when it was part of the hippy trail I have been told. It was late and my head hit the pillow, but not for long as the distant sounds of the call to prayer echoed around the Medina at 5.17, then the sounds of donkeys bringing in the goods for some reason reminded me of girls in high heels against cobblestones on a Friday night out in Newcastle… (never having been there!) I couldnt have been more wrong…. I think I needed some more sleep.
So I arrived in Casablanca yesterday evening and havent really had a chance to see or do anything yet apart from probably realising that Casablanca is the economic capital of Morocco and there is not a great deal to do. The place seems quite westernised, moreso than the rest of the country I think (I will soon find out!) Its great that everyone speaks French and actually understands what I am talking about too, and getting used to this French keyboard again reminds me of slogging away in the bank I used to work in in France.
So off to explore for a bit then hopefully a train South this afternoon to Marrakech or Essaouira for a more chilled introduction to the country.
Presenting J-Hob/Dj Rightee’s latest drum’n'bass mix – recorded live from Sheffield on the 15th December 2003. Recorded early in the evening in the second room so a bit more of a liquid tip. Enjoy. Track listings available if you require em, drop me a mail.
morocco awaits tomorrow, but for now my thoughts turn to life of late and what has been going on….
Flash mobs in Sheffield – British Sea Power: Ear splittingly good encore – Peter Kay-esque at my nan’s 80th – Vinyl addiction – Cringing at Spelling Bee’s in Spellbound – Djing at Mary’s party and getting the dancefloor moving: discovering the minidisk didn’t record – Waiting hours for taxis at 6am – Cold turkey from no mixing – Hotels in London and fabulous food at Borough Market – Munchkins – Death of Shoreditch – Sheffield days and nights – Quiet drinks at 4pm, drinking too much wine @ Arts Club, packing for Madrid at 4am hungover – English Breakfasts – The Stands, better than the Coral – Broken decks – Summer weather in Madrid, people smoking everywhere – 3 car family (hobson) – Virgin trains to Sheffield every week – Fantastic lunchtime meals but NO siestas – Seeing the west coast of France from the plane – Fopp addiction – Ear drums hurting due to excessive djing – Rabbits – Missing Christening due to excessive alcohol consumption – Sheffield to Reading in 2hours 20 minutes brocking out to dnb – Melies cafe in Balham Croque Madames – Bouncing Balls and intensity at Flaming Lips gig – Driving l8 round London – Meals out for last 21 days – Reading entertainment finally – Flooding ceilings – DVD nights…
there was plenty more but im getting on a bit and cant remember.
I was cycling along yesterday and I saw this:
How did they know?