I have played it again
Sam several times already on this cruise, and week! I’ve also got a
recommendation to see the doctors, but I don't think bunnies will be
happy if I have a day's rest. I'll also loose my pay. Lol, no sick
pay here as you might imagine.
So yeh, Casablanca is
absolutely nothing like the film. Initially all I saw was the docks,
which were big and concrete. I followed the busy road into town,
which was intersected by train tracks simply running through the
middle of it. If a train came, the traffic stopped for it I guess, no
need for level crossings here. Zebra crossings, as with all Morocco
are a battle of will between motorist and pedestrian. I do recognize
however that as a pedestrian I have more to loose in a game of
chicken. I love the smell of four star in the morning!
Getting into the town
was a fairly straightforward, although the sun beat down on the path,
with no shade. My water leaked into my bag, nearly ruining my medical
form, so I had to chuck it.
Casablanca,
delightfully, is very similar to Marrakesh with its market stalls and
ramshackle streets. I found a chap who was incredibly keen to be my
guide around the town to get what was on my shopping list: A watch,
Honey, Lemons and Argon Oil.
The watch was a breeze.
I'd had a gentle bollocking from an officer for looking at my mobile
for the time – it's meant to be under-decks at all time for crew. I
was also sitting in chairs by the window which is also not allowed
for crew. I’m guessing I’ve been breaking a whole shed-load of
rules without knowing, but the officers instead of talking to me,
talk to the entertainment manager. I’m really lucky this lady spoke
to me directly and put me straight, as its far more the decent thing
to do. She recommended that I bought a watch from the ship. 'They're
like eighty quid though!' just kind of slipped out of my mouth. She
raised an eyebrow and said 'Well?'. I forget that most of the people
on board would drop eighty quid in a heartbeat, at least those above
deck 2. Anyway, Casablanca yeilded the watch Portimao wouldn't, and a
fine specimen too! Cheap, cheerful, but very pretty.
The argon oil was sold
to me with great zest. Argon oil is unique to the Morroco, and has
properties of prolonged youth. Its made from nuts grown in trees,
which are climbed by goats to graze in the shade. Now you may laugh,
but I’ve seen this first hand! I’m going to have some on my bread
for breakfast.
Lastly, my guide, who
was actually a Berber from the Atlas mountains (I’ve been there!)
took me to buy some honey in a little pot. He promised it would cure
my throat, and charged me ten euro for it. Any day I say, it tastes
like liquid gold. My guide told me he moved to Casablanca because
life is a little more dangerous, exciting I guess he meant.
Last night sets were
pretty grim. It's getting harder and harder to sing. I’m praying to
doctor will let me stop. I don't care about the money anymore, I want
my voice back.
Au revoir!
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