Morocco
Were in May - June.
We swam, but not in Cassablanca, by the way, this is the economic capital of Morocco, a lot of European, but if you go further to Marrakech, etc. - it is certainly more exotic there, as for the Slavs, and the ocean is warm.
We took a taxi and went to Marrakesh, it costs about 500 dirhs. (1 hryvnia, about 1 dirh. ), but it's worth it about Marrakesh, it's useless to say - you have to look, but as for the roads - they are generally the pride of Morocco - you won't always find such people in Europe, drivers drive very, even very very carefully, them the police are just beasts, especially outside the city.
And yes, another tourist attraction is the police. No matter who offends a tourist - they will not only cut off their ears, the locals are afraid of Pts....
Well, of course, if you'll hang around the doorways, then adventures, in principle, can be found in any country.
Well, keep your bags with you and don't wave your camera, but that's in any country.
As for me, everyone was very friendly, with an average salary of 200 USD. - we are walking wallets for them -
of course they rush with adoration, ready to fulfill any whim and breed for money.
And, yet, everywhere, except for hotels and restaurants, you need to bargain, even in stores. As I understand it, they have such a culture, you can get out of a taxi and they will charge you such a price - for half a day you will find out who is right.
We were immediately warned by friends about their taxi drivers.
Firstly, you will not confuse them with anyone, in Kas they are red for up to 4 people - reno. And white old Mercs for big campaigns. They are forbidden to "rook, " of course, but they are hiding. There are a lot of taxis, not not like that, waaaalom.
We walked constantly, 2 times wandered into their hinterland - it became scary - we took a taxi right there - and on
embankment. So all you need to remember is to negotiate the price immediately BEFORE you get into a taxi, otherwise it's useless to talk later. Or demand to turn on the counter. Well, we didn’t know French, especially Berber - and they practically don’t know English there at all, so a small notebook with a pen helped a lot.
Usually she pointed to a taxi, showed the address, and gave a pen and a piece of paper - everyone understood perfectly well - the numbers are Arabic, on
any language. They could point a finger - stop here, or here, and calculated after the fact, well, if there was a counter.
The same is with trading everywhere - well, for example, Morocco is one of the largest suppliers of silver, there is a lot of it everywhere and in different
products. They can look into your eyes, smile charmingly and say 300 dirhams is worth a bracelet, although you, and even more so the seller, know that a meter away from you it is sold for 20 dirhams, or even worse - the price tag is written on the bracelet itself and it’s right there, like, imperceptibly tries to fuck it, and will be terribly offended when you do not want to buy it, immediately starts to reduce the price, eventually buy it for 30 dirhams, and believe me, everyone will be absolutely happy.
By the way, they have such a rule - if you pick up something - you simply have to buy if not this, then something else, it’s clear that you can freeze, say thank you and leave - but this is SUCH an insult!
They have a peculiar attitude to personal hygiene, well, except for the standard one - don’t take anything with your left hand, don’t say hello, and even more so don’t eat - well, you yourself understand what they do to her - toilet paper exists almost only for Europeans,
well, they have such a culture, of course, you can’t start on them for this, but all the same, I disdained the crumbs, well, okay, I was very disdainful. And in order not to get addicted, you need to remember the only rule - if there are Europeans in the institution - you can safely eat, everything is washed and meets European standards. But if only the local population, well, of course you can, no one forbids, but it’s a shame to sit then for a couple of days and think about life in a marble restroom (they strained with a tree, every palm tree and fir was courted, so everything made of stone in our hotel was for example, marble everywhere).
There are many mono-brand boutiques in Cassablanca, at very good prices, usually Italians, French and Spaniards go shopping here. Well, the goal of "buying clothes" was not, so, they passed by, went into a couple, for acquaintance. Everything is fine.
Prices are actually 2 orders of magnitude lower.
By the way, about money, do not change everything at once. It is optimal if you estimate how much you need for a day and change it every day, or for a couple of days, in a hotel - the rate is the same - the state strictly controls. Just in a hotel - safer than in some shops.
See everything with your eyes if you do not plan to buy anything. And, if you are from Russia - well, let's say, nothing personal, but you should not show it if you are not in Agadir, hanging out among your own people. Especially in the markets - do not say anything in Russian - the local population has a very thin ear - they will drag you through the entire market and, even worse, shout, do not believe it: "Kuzya factories" - and when you don’t even turn your head, follow you - " Some kind of kapets! ", I understand that they have gathered from tourists, but still. In the second week, it dawned on me what "kuzya fabrik" is - factory-made leather. There are many genuine leather products, slippers, bags, etc. on the market. Honestly, at first it was uncomfortable, although not from Russia, and then somehow they even got used to it and did not pay attention, especially since we only spoke English in public.
And so the country is very beautiful, they are very hospitable, by the way, everyone notices this - if you ask for help, they will always help. I somehow had the imprudence to ask the expiration date of ice cream in a small shop - it's terrible, a whole council came running while they opened EVERYTHING in the freezer box, we had tea, they tried to engage in conversation, as much as they could, of course, with smiles and gestures, finally such joyful rushed to me with the date on the box, they sold me 1 ice cream for 10 dirhams. and everyone was just happy, saying goodbye for a long time.
It is worth noting that everything is cultural, women are treated with respect, of course, you should not wear short shorts and a tight T-shirt, you should respect the traditions of the country, and then you can get very burned. So cover your shoulders and knees - they will thank you.
What else surprised me - a very gentle and touching attitude of men towards children - I saw how they played with children for hours, fiddled with them, and their matrons and wrapped in these of their own, uh... I don’t remember how this word is written in Russian - veil? sitting and chatting among themselves like mother hens.
Well, I want to go there again. They say the truth, who was in Morocco, will definitely return there. A very kind country.
And so, if you understand that you are just a tourist, and remember that the country has its own customs and characteristics, and do not expect that "everyone around will fall on their faces" - it turned out to be a wonderful holiday.