Category Archives: Morocco

Sweaty windows

Good morning world. It is a good morning because I don’t start class for another hour, and then that’s me done for the day. Admittedly I think I preferred that sensation on Wednesdays like I had last term, but in a way this is better. I’ve spent the last 4 days being completely knackered and so the lie-in was most welcome.

I have sweaty windows. Which isn’t a nice sight to wake up to, mostly because I can’t see the weather outside. By sweaty I mean that overnight they get covered in the condensation that comes with me being alive, and it’s just a horrible sight, like the house is slowly dying.

And on that happy note, I have class. But more later so no worries.

Stressss

Does anyone else get stressed?

Trick question there. Of course you all get stressed, even if you don’t know it. Here is what Google has to say to define ‘stress’

Interesting sideline, but clearly not the kind of stress I am talking about.
I’m taking about the everyday stress that creeps and crawls and secretly takes over your whole life. I get that kind worryingly often, and I’m certainly starting to experience it now. My main problem is that I tend to stress physically as I stress emotionally. Symptoms of this include
– Spots
– Aching
– Tiredness
– Having hair that looks like a particularly static haystack
– Twisting my ankles
Genuinely, I twist my ankles more when I am stressed. Go figure.
Anyhow, there are a variety of stresses on my life right now, but since this is not a ‘see into Sally’s every thought’ blog, I am not telling you what they are. Suffice to say that they cover most fields, from my personal life to my academic, and my work life. This may only work for me, but I think I’ve discovered a fantastic stress beater. Writing. Whether I’m writing this blog, or writing my book, I can feel the stress just fall away from me.
I’d better not make a career out of this, otherwise I doubt I’d cope.

A day of spending and galivanting

Today has been a long day. It began with me rolling out of bed and wandering into town to meet the lovely Madame Halima who was going to take me clothes shopping for a Caftan. I got to the bank where we were meeting a little early, so I went inside (it was raining) and waited.

45 minutes later, Madame Halima showed. Which was fine except that the guy at the door thought I was some kind of well-dressed homeless person, I’d been sitting there so long.

So we did bank stuff and went on our way for Caftan shopping. You remember caftans, right? I wore one to the weddings that I’ve been to, and they look a little bit like curtains (at times). This one here, I discovered today, cost about £500. I have been wearing a £500 piece of clothing, and not even realising.

Mine is now being made, which will take around a month. This Thursday I’ll go in for a basic fitting before all the embroidery gets added. Mine will be a little bit more modern. It is aubergine over the top with silver polka-dots below. If you want more of an idea, watch this at 1:50 to see the basic design. My sleeves will be capped a little more, but otherwise that’s prettymuch it.

Following this, we then met with Mr Aziz. This is where the galivanting began. Let’s bear in mind at this point that it is 2.30 and I haven’t eaten since 9. We went to get some forms signed. It took Madame Halima 20 minutes. We then went to the ‘Administration’ presumably to get something administrated. This was never explained to me. That took 40 minutes. I sat in the car. Apparently the people went to lunch and so they waited the whole 30 minute break. Finally at about 3 we went and had the most delicious sandwiches ever. Then another hour was spent getting watch batteries, onions and car parts. And now I am home, and totally ready to crash out. And it’s only 5pm.

Angry Friday

From the few (well, none) e-mails that I have received on the subject, I have divined that you, the reading public are either really behind or really up-to-date on current events in North Africa at present.

Firstly let me say that here in Fes, aside from all the rain, we’re ok.

Now, isn’t it an amazing although not exactly positive time to be alive. Within the space of a month, two North African governments have either been overthrown or completely reshuffled. The strength of the people has been shown to it’s fullest and unfortunately most chaotic. And of course there are talks of Jordan following suit, along with several other countries who are politically unstable.

The cause of the controversy is the cost of living, which in parts of North Africa has become unbearable. The tipping point in Tunisia came in mid-December when a fruit seller set himself alight in the street after his fruit was confiscated because he had no licence to sell it. He was hailed as a martyr and from there the rebellion blossomed into the affair it is now. Egyptians quickly followed suit.

Politics does not normally interest me very much, principally because I don’t understand a lot of it, and I am hugely against taking a standpoint without knowing all the facts. But even if you are that person, I urge you to keep up-to-date with this. And I wish the best to my friends who are currently studying in Alexandria, in Egypt, and I hope that they keep safe.

For the latest news, a good source is of course the BBC News Homepage.

Midnight

It is 00:00 according to my laptop clock. I should definitely get to sleep. But before I do, here are some highlights of my day for you. Enjoy.

10:00am I get up to help with couscous. It’s already half made when I get to the kitchen at 10:10 having had to take some time to put clothes on. Madame Halima says she waited until ten. I say she is flexible with her opinion of ten.

12:00 We go to collect Jess, since she’s been invited for couscous lunch and then a trip out. My first ever instance in Morocco of ‘having a friend over’

4:00pm We get to Volubilis. Roman ruins. I don’t know what it is about some funny shaped rocks that I find so awesome, but I revert to a seven-year-old and insist on climbing around. And then do so to my hearts content.

6:00pm We arrive at the campsite I used to stay at in Meknes when I was little. It’s been shut for a year and eight months, so we can’t go in, and that is the only bad thing to happen all day.

11:00pm We eat.

Hope you enjoyed that. Stuff happened in between, which maybe I’ll fill in when I’m less sleepy. For now, those are the best bits.

Cooking up a storm.

Those of you who know me personally will know that when I die and (hopefully) go to heaven, it will look something like this:

Ok, so this lovely picture by ruth1066 is actually the kitchens of Kentwell Hall which is a historic house in the UK. It’s fantastic there. My heaven would probably include more up-to-date kitchen equipment, but the message I’m sending out is that I love cooking.

Which is why this morning has been fabulous. I’ve learnt three Moroccan dishes over the course of the last three hours including red potato tagine, Harira, and fried fish. I look forward to getting the recipes home and trying them out on my own. Although after this morning of knackering work I’m already on Amazon adding to my wishlist of kitchen items to make life easier.

It doesn’t rain but it pours

I walked home in the rain, because I like the rain, and it was a nice temperature, and I love my walk home. What I do not like is when people drive past and drench you, especially on what is essentially a dual carriageway, with nothing in the other lane. That’s just cruel and unusual.

I do like the rain here in Fes, but they don’t do it by halves. After only a few hours of rain everywhere is up to its eyeballs in the stuff. There were points where I had no choice but to walk in water a few inches deep because there physically was no way around it. I do prefer rain that tries hard though. I hate going out in rain which is doing just slightly more than spitting, but less than real rain. The kind which gets you just more than damp, but not soaked.

The problem with this rain is that it just doesn’t try hard enough. Spitting is the world deciding if rain is a good idea, and it’s ok because you get a bit damp, but you dry off quickly enough. And when it tips it down on you at least you know that you’re good and wet and that’s the way it is. And once you’re good and wet it’s normally alright really (provided you’re not freezing cold as well, but that’s your own silly fault for not watching the weather forecast). In-between rain is the worst because it’s like it’s decided to just make your life a little bit suckier. You’re not soaked, but you’re not dry for the next hour either, and you know it.

That is my final say on the matter. Better soaked than damp and dreary.

Snog Marry Avoid

Have you ever played the game Snog Marry Avoid? It goes like this. I pick out three people, for example

The Queen of England
Aiden Turner
Your own father
 
Then, you have to pick which one of the above you would snog, which one you would marry, and which one you would avoid.
Incidentally, this is also a TV program that I am obsessed with. They have a ‘personal overhaul device’ which does make-unders on people who look like this.
Strange as it seems (and it is) it’s also so compelling to watch. The girls are so dumb, the change is so remarkable. It’s better than any other before/after program you’ve ever seen. And it was stunning to actually watch it in time with the sounds, after my best friend Tilly lent me her laptop so that I could use iplayer and catch up. It was fabulous.

Bed Calling

Today has tired me out. Class from 8 til 12 followed by a walk to the old medina and some hard haggling for a birthday present for someone special. Then more class, and then finally exercise and homework once I made it back here. I’ve only just finished.

I’m also a bit sad because I was expecting messages which I haven’t got.

However, let us not forget that good things have happened. For example, there is a new series of Being Human on, although I can’t really watch it. More than anything because I’ll probably go to sleep halfway through due to my tiredness. Early night tonight for me I think.

I have nothing else to say, so here is a picture for you.

So…

The blogger woman didn’t die. Good times.

On a side note, I have heard that tomorrow there is some awesome gig going on in Leeds. Well worth going to, some top class acts and a pair of stunning organisers. To top it all off, it’s for a good cause. What do you say guys? To those of you who I KNOW read this, I will bully you until you donate. To those of you who I don’t know, let me tell you in total honesty that these guys have worked hard, and it will be a good night.

Oh, and don’t forget you can donate directly to the boys here