Rafting at Ciberang: Jan'11

“Hey, we’re going for rafting. Which river should we go? Is it Citarik or Ciberang?” Seeing the color of water, I chose Ciberang. The water color of Citarik is brown, meanwhile the color of Ciberang is not that brown. It is as simple as that. Riky reminded me that I’ve been to Ciberang river for rafting before. But, I insisted that I have never been there.

Having spending four-hour drive by bus, we arrived in a point with Banten Rafting written on a banner. There’s something wrong, I know this is not the starting point for rafting. It is the end point. How come I know such thing? Darn…. I have been here before last year. What an idiot stubborn me?!@%^&&!! I am doing rafting on the same river twice while there are still a lot of rivers I haven’t tried yet.

So, here are some of the pictures on this blog to share. It is a rocky river where your boat can often get easily stuck in between the rocks or yourself being thrown up from the boat into the river as the boat hit a rock while you’re unaware of it. Or better…doing rafting like you were in a “bom bom car” arena in an amusement park: hitting another boat that is being stuck between the rocks and getting your boat stuck too onward.

What I love the most from the rafting trip this time was most of the participants never do rafting before. It’s their first time. Hopefully, it will not be their last time and they will join again on the next rafting trip.

It was a wonderful time spends with great colleagues that turn out to be fantastic friends too. Thanks also to Banten Rafting!

Morroco - Chefchaouen: Dec'10

Day 6

I, B and P took the last train (7 pm) from Marrakesh to Fez (first class Dh295). We arrived in Fez at 2 am and waited at the train station until the morning come. We had our bus to go to Chefchaouen at 8 am. I did not feel well to continue the journey to Chefchaouen. While waiting, I was considering the possibility of staying alone at Fez. A comfortable stay at Ibis Hotel which is only a few steps away from the train station teased me. B & P reminded me that I will be alone for two days in Fez in that case. What would I do if I were alone in Fez? Taking a bus and walking around the new part of the city. Then, I can get myself lost in Fez’s medina alone. Nope..it’s not a good idea. Fez’s souk is bigger than Marrakesh. Not having enough guts to wander around Fez by myself, I joined B & P hoping on the morning bus to go to Chefchaouen.

It took four hours by bus from Fez to Chefchaouen (CTM bus Dh70). It was beautiful four hours. I felt refresh by the time I saw the green view along the journey. In the southern Morocco, I can see the cattle grazing in between the rocks. Meanwhile, in the northern of Morocco, the cattle are grazing in the middle of vast hilly green field. It instantly made me regret why not I spared more time in Chefchaouen. Next to me on the bus was a young Moroccan woman. As usual, I would prefer spending the time in silence than having a conversation along the journey. It was only when she offered me a biscuit we started to have a short conversation. She was a university student majoring in Biology. She came to Chefchaouen for a few days to do a research. Cool!

The bus driver dropped us at Chefchaouen bus station at noon. We took a petit taxi that dropped us on the wrong address. The local people explained that there is a possibility the taxi driver is illiterate so he actually did not know the address that we have shown to him. It’s a nice thought. We took another taxi and this time he dropped us on in front of the correct place: Aline hostel (Av. Sidi Ahmed el Uafi 2, Dh80). It was a three-story guest house. The family live in the first floor, the guests are in the second floor, meanwhile the third floor is for a kitchen and used for the hanging clothes. The guest house has two clean bathrooms and three rooms. Each room can be filled in by six people. It’s a small room. Thankfully at that time, we can have a room only for three of us.

We spend the rest of the day by having our lunch at a rooftop restaurant, strolling along the medina around Plaza Uta el-Hammam, taking a look on the kasbah, having dinner at Aladdin restaurant, stopping by at Mustafa’s small souvenir store.

We had our lunch accompanied by a bee that made me and B freaking out. A man said that it is ok, the bee is only interested on the smell of the mint leaves inside our tea cup. After a while in Chefchaouen, I have noticed that the Moroccan does not afraid of the bee as Indonesian does. In a market, someone sell a bunch of mint leaves ignoring some bees flying around the leaves. Whether the Moroccan bees do not sting human? The view from the rooftop is a great one. The foot hill is enveloped by the colorful houses, mostly dominated by blue and white.

As we had finished our lunch, we went through the medina going up to the hill direction. I read that the local inside the medina does not like his/her picture taken. Some people step aside when we took a picture of a building. I was trying my best not to enter their personal space. A girl stopped walking when my friends and I taking pictures near her house. We let her passing first without us taking any pictures. I don’t know whether it is good or not to have your way of live becomes tourists’/travelers’ attraction…as long as each person respects the other. On the contrary, some teenagers were asking us to take their pictures. Houses inside the medina in Chefchaouen were painted marvelously with the blue and white color. Those are simple colors that become imaginatively beautiful. They’ve made their daily life become art. Inside the alley, we can find a shop gallery selling paintings. If I were a trader, I would have a big grin on my face seeing the relatively cheap paintings and handmade handicrafts there. It’s too bad that I am not. I have a big grin to see such beauty in front of me. I am only remembering and writing it on my blog.

When the afternoon about to come, we decided to go back down way as it became endless hiking inside the medina. As we were back on Plaza Uta el-Hammam, we took a look on a Kasbah (Dh10) and went up inside the fortress. From above the fortress, we could see the houses covering the foot hill on one side and the streets with the green field on the other side. The afternoon sun trying to compete the wind in giving its warmth and chill to us. It must be great to see the sunset from the fortress. But the wind won the competition against the sun. It’s too chilly for us to stay there until the sun down. So, we went down the stairs and went inside a museum, still in the Kasbah. The museum is filled by the traditional clothes inside glass cabinets. I was more interested with the architecture of the museum itself. The stairs with its tall ceiling allure you to be explored and photographed.

Then P recommended us to have the dinner at Aladdin restaurant. It was a great choice inside the medina. Before we entered the restaurant, someone on the corner of the alley smiled and said to us to keep in silent. What’s up? They were filming something inside there. Aladin restaurant is furnished with middle-east decorative style. It was so comfort that we spend quite a long time there. I had a delicious kebab and a glass of Moroccan tea.

On our way back to the hostel, we stopped by at a souvenir store owned by Mustafa. He is a friendly one who has a motto like this: “I have a friendly price to my friend”. So I ask him whether we can be his best friend so we can get a best friend’s price. He’s not too pushy in offering his wares. Well generally, the sellers in Morocco are not aggressive which is nice to be encounter with. I and friends bought some things from his little store. The shocking thing (in a positive way) was that then Mustafa gave us each a Fatima hand keychain for luck. I figured out that he gave us the keychain as he was lucky enough to meet us whom did not bargain a lot. Still, if he wasn’t kind, he did not have to do that. Hail the sellers in Morocco…keep being not too pushy. On the other side, damn…the price can be lower than this.

Day 7

It was our last day in Chefchaouen. I want to spend more time here. Still, we failed to awake early in the morning to start the day earlier. We had our breakfast on the rooftop: bread, strawberry jam and Moroccan tea. We went to Mustafa’s store again as we had an appointment with his friend, Shihab, to make a henna (Dh50). This time, Mustafa welcomed us with Moroccan tea. I was surprised enough last night when he gave us the keychain and now he also provided us with the tea? What kind of seller is he? P explained that according to an article, Moroccan sellers will be very polite and friendly when they feel comfortable with their customers. Shihab painted our hands with natural ingredient. While she was painting our hands, there were some customers stop by. We met nine travelers from Malaysia who just arrived to Morocco from Portuguese. It was nice to meet some people from your neighboring country.

We went back to Aladdin restaurant to have lunch. After having our lunch, we took some pictures outside the restaurant. A man on the corner of the alley smiling at us and asking where we come from. He invited us to visit his restaurant where it was used for filming the other day. It’s a new restaurant that he does not put any sign in front of it that indicates it is a restaurant. The decoration inside there is great, but it still gives the spacious feel of the place. The owner explained that most of his guests come from the hotel. It’s too bad that we already had our lunch and we were having our bus leaving from Chefchaouen at 3 pm.

We were having a bus schedule at 3 pm to Fez (CTM bus, Dh70)? Great!! We hurried went to the bus station. We arrived there on time. But being on time is not enough. You have to arrive at the bus station at least 15 minutes before the bus departs. The bus conductor scolded us. Thanks God, we do not understand his language. It’s Chefchaouen fault being too interesting to be left behind so early.

We arrived in Fez at 7 pm. I and B joined P to wait until midnight in Dar Fez Medina, a hotel where P stayed in Fez. Yup, I and B were going to Casablanca to have our flight to Jakarta tomorrow, while P was going to spend two more days in Fez before going back to London.

So, we were at Fez train station again to take a night train to Casa Voyageur, Casablanca (first class, Dh165). We had bought the train ticket two days ago and did not check the time of the departure properly. B wondered why there is no train schedule on the board that match with the time written on our ticket. It turned out that ticket seller gave us 12.50 pm ticket instead of 12.50 am as I asked. I should have asked him the train ticket to Casablanca at 12.50 at night instead of 12.50 am. We were worried we cannot arrive on time in Casablanca to catch up our flight back to Jakarta. Thankfully, the chief of the train station was there. He changed the schedule on our ticket to the nearest schedule. It is great that the train ticket booth here is open for 24 hours with the chief stand by at his office.

We arrived in Casablanca in the morning and having our flight back at noon to Jakarta via Dubai.

I was having a great holiday with fabulous B & P. It was wonderful to explore Morocco from its south to north part and met interesting people along the way. Still, I was impressed by the infrastructure the Moroccan have here: the road, the electricity, the transportation (the bus and the train are well maintained and leave on time), the accommodation. Something that tourism in Indonesia still lack of for most of its region. Each place has its own beauty and uniqueness.

Morocco - Sahara Trip: Dec'10

Day 3: Marrakesh-Tizi n'Tichka-Ait Benhaddou-Ourzazate-Zagora-M'Hamid

It was still dark in Marrakesh at 6.30 am during this time. And I smiled because if I were in Jakarta by that time, I would have been already at the office or Starbucks, Skyline branch. It was Monday! Our Sahara trip was started from Marrakesh at around 7.30 am with Abdel and Abdou from http://www.saharaservices.info/ as our guide for the 3 day trip. We spent our first day on the road for 9 hours.

People were starting to go to work as we headed out of Marrakesh. We passed by a park where usually uses as a place for pre-wedding photo session. The buildings are getting lesser as we got closer to High Atlas Mountains. The straight roads become sinuous like a snake walking on the sand dunes. The rocky mountains, and sometimes pine trees, accompanied us as we went along the edge. I wondered whether any slides ever happened, how the lane looks like at night, etc. Nevertheless, those questions never came up from my mouth as I’d prefer to just take pleasure in absorbing the scenic scenery with my eyes. At some parts of the mountains, Berber mud brick houses were built. With its shadow, the clouds above gave another color of light black on the surface of the mountains.

We had a stop at Tizi n’Tichka pass where we could see the winding road ascending and descending...tasting a bit parts of the immense mountain range. The green colors from the trees show up as spots among the rocks. The chill wind that wafted out through the open window when we were inside the car now could freely cover us with its breeze as we were standing outside seeing the glaring view below. There are some rocks-made handcraft sellers at the stop. Amazingly, they did not bother the visitors with being too pushy in offering their products. Abdel explained to us that The Atlas Mountains comprises of three parts: High Atlas, Middle Atlas and Low Atlas areas.

We continued our journey to Ait Benhaddou, a UNESCO-protected red mud brick kasbah, that stood up gracefully. Some Hollywood films took their scene in Ait Benhaddou. We took some pictures of the kasbah from a hill. Kasbah itself means a castle/palace or the older section of a city. On our way to the hill, Abdel took the car out of the main lane. It was great to be on the bumpy road due to the nature contour (compared to be on the bumpy road due to pothole on the asphalt road). The combination of the green trees and grass, the brown land, the red kasbah, the blue sky and the white cloud were miraculous. We could also see from far away the peak of the High Atlas Mountain with its snow.

There were two women below us with their donkey carrying things walking along the field. For donkey aficionados, there are a lot of donkeys here using to carry things and people. It’s too bad that we didn’t explore more on Ait Benhaddou. Well, we should have spent more time in Morocco then. Meanwhile on the steep hill, the sheep peacefully had the grass that grows between the rocks as their lunch.



What about our lunch? We had our lunch at Agdz Café Restaurant after passing Ourzazate that welcomed its guest by palm trees on both side along Avenue Mohammed V (Most of the cities we visited in Morocco have the street with this name: Avenue Mohammed V). There are some film studios also. The kasbah with rocks mountains and sands seem really suit for filmmakers that needed a medieval era or Middle-East background. It does not mean the life there look like both the aforementioned background samples. Abdou bought a bag of nuts and dates and shared it with us. It was the most delicious nuts and dates I ever ate. He knew which one is the good one or I was just too hungry. Nooo, it’s for the first reason.

Back to the lunch, Agdz Café Restaurant is located in Agdz (guessing from the restaurant’s name), a city in between Ourzazate and Zagora. Moroccan seems to always have the bread that rather difficult to chew as the appetizer (It’s a different kind of bread as in Indonesia). We had big pieces of chicken roasted on skewer with the fried potatoes. Even though the meal were mouth-watering, we could not have it all due to its big portion compared to our normal portion standard. When it came to the drink, I had misunderstood it. I forgot that café in French means coffee. So I ordered café du chocolat as I was more focus on the chocolat. There were four groups in the restaurant that time. The classic difference between most of Asian and Caucasian guests is the Asian prefer to sit under the shadow avoiding the sunshine, while the Caucasian sit at the position looking for the sunshine.

There are a lot of palm trees in Agdz. But I don’t think the palms are the one that produce the crude palm oil (CPO). Malaysia and Indonesia, as the main producers of CPO, face environmental issues as the palm oil trees area was replacing the forest area. Meanwhile, there is no forest on this part of Morocco. Hence, my simple thought think that why they do not plant palm oil trees as there’s no way they will face environmental issues. Abdel did not familiar with the term crude palm oil. Meanwhile my simple thought is too lazy to search more on this. For instance, in what condition the palm oil that produces CPO can grow, or may be the palm trees in Morocco indeed produce CPO even if it were in insignificant amount. The thought can make me search more on Morocco’s GDP and what comprises it. I had even looked for its GDP per capita (I will add Economics as my interest on my Facebook account besides traveling after I wrote this). Let it become the mystery of the palm trees.

In between Agdz and Zagora, we had a stop at Draa Valey. The view there is soothing as the river that reflecting the bright blue color from the sky divides the sand fields. The Atlas Mountains elegantly guard the green valley. It was a beautiful sunny day with the wind and the sight cooled anyone’s mind off. It was one of my favorite moments in Morocco: sitting silently on the rocks while enjoying the Draa Valey. Even the river does not have any sound. It’s a very quiet river. Well, the silent sometimes was interrupted by a car passing-by the road. Not only the car passed by the road, but also the donkey-drawn cart with the locals passed by the road. But the later one passed by in silent. Viewing and hearing the silence of the donkey and the soundless river made me feel very reluctant to leave when Abdel asked us to be back into the car. While we were sitting on the valley, Abdou told us about the Moroccan custom when Idul Fitri and Idul Adha come. It’s basically the same with the celebration in Indonesia. The food is the difference.


I might fall asleep on our way to Zagora. All I knew, Abdel stopped the car in front of a sacred sign: Tombouctou 52 Jours (Timbuktu 52 days). It is sacred according to Donald Duck’s enthusiast. Timbuktu is a place where Donald Duck, the most handsome duck ever, runs away whenever he’s got into troubled. Nahh…Timbuktu is in Mali. After taking picture of the sign, Abdel took the opposite route from the Timbuktu way. Ohhh, I thought we were heading to Timbuktu :) Yeahhhh…in your wildest dream. There are lines of palm trees along both side of the route covering it with its shade.


Afterward, the side of the road turned into sand dunes. In a rare occasion, we met other cars in passing on the street. We reached M’Hamid, a 40 km away from Algeria border, on the afternoon and stayed a night at Hotel Kasbah Sahara Services (300m on right after M’Hamid entry). It was a comfortable and a unique one made from red mud-brick. The hotel has rooms with en-suite bathroom and rooms with separate bathroom on the courtyard. Moroccan men seem to have the custom to kiss each other cheek for someone whom they do not meet regularly in short period (the word short is a relative time measurement).




We were having our dinner at 8.30 pm: bread as the appetizer, Moroccan chicken as the main course (I forgot the name of the meal. It’s a chicken with Moroccan mixed spices, not only Moroccan born chicken), and fruits as the dessert. The meal are delicious and the staffs are very friendly. There was a man who always asks whether the food is good or not. Nahh, it is a great one. They even have wine that I had to skip. My previous alcohol drinking was caused mostly by boredom. Meanwhile, bored was the non-existence feeling for me while I had my holiday in Morocco so far. While we were having our dinner, other guests just arrived: four Germans. I only had a conversation with them on the next morning. One of them had been spending a month in Padang, Indonesia several years ago. He even still remembers some words such as terima kasih, selamat malam, etc. Finishing the dinner, I and B spend a little while in front of the hotel. It’s so dark there with the sky full of the stars. My stomach was full as well. But I didn’t feel good about it. A good sleep might heal it. I had a very peaceful sleep that night with the temperature inside the room was warm enough.

Day 4: M’Hamid-Erg Chegaga

After having the breakfast in the morning, I was successfully throwing up my dinner and breakfast at the same time. Not all great food can make peace with my stomach. It’s a little bit sensitive to some cooking spices (I don’t know which one). Even with empty stomach, I still joined the camel riding from 9 to 12 am. At first, I felt terrified seeing how tall the camel is. I still remember the horror of riding a horse on the way up to Mount Bromo. I didn’t have guts to be on the horse again when I descended Mount Bromo at that time. The camel experience was somewhat different with the horse one given the dissimilarity of the landscape between mountain and desert. Besides, the camel is cuter than the horse.


Farhon, a 21 year old, became our camel riding guide. He speaks a little bit English, mixed by French. At a point, he had a stop and asked us to come down from the camel. Actually, he asked the camel to sit down. After tying the camel, he walked for a while and stretched out on his back just like that on the sand dunes. I confused what the hell is he doing? We just followed him and sitting on the sand dunes. The sand is cool even though the sun shines brightly. It was lovely to hear almost nothing. I heard the sound of birds since there are some trees on sand dunes with birds stopping by on it. We had not entered deeper into the sand dunes, but it already seemed as a borderless area.


We arrived back at the hotel around 12 am and I was very hungry due to the vomit part earlier. But the lunch was served at 12.30 pm. Then we just sat on the back terrace of the hotel. We met a French man who speaks English in somehow American accent. It’s a precious moment to have a conversation in English with unknown people (Usually I will have it in a mixed of French, English and body language). He told us about his journey and his next journey to Kenya in January. He also said that he met two Australian in the morning. After a while, he went to arrange things with the travel agent.

During our lunch, we met the other guests: three Canadian and a Moroccan with a wonderful little girl: Anissa. One of them seemed so surprised to meet Indonesians in Morocco. L’Indonesie!!! as she exclaimed with a big smile. The good news at lunch time: my stomach had made peace with the meal: Moroccan salad, roasted chicken with the fried potatoes and orange with some spice (ok, I got rid off the spice from the orange). Now it’s complete: a delicious and peaceful meal :) We would meet the German, the Canadian, the Moroccan, and the Australian in Erg-Chegaga on the afternoon.

I and B zoomed off to Erg-Chegaga with Abdel, Abdou and Brahim. The first bumpy road we had on the way to Ait Benhaddou is nothing compared to the bumpy road on the sand dunes on the way to Erg-Chegaga. Moving fast by a 4WD on uneven sand dunes and got bouncing were an incredible one. Not to mention the stunning landscape view surrounding us and the soft sand flew inside the car. There are some permanent tend with its dwell when we were heading to our base camp.

Finally we arrived. As Abdel parked the car, I just got out, put my backpack inside the tent and wandered around the sand dunes. It was out of my expectation in a positive way. I never thought of doing hiking on sand dunes. But, we did hiking and sliding on our way down. I never hike sand dunes before. It gave different feel on your feet compared to hike a hill or mountain. Climbing, descending, climbing, and descending and so on along the edge of the hill made of sands. In the desert, I’d prefer the descending part as I could just do sliding on the sand dunes. And the soft sand will fill in the shoes for sure. I would just sit serenely on the sand when I got tired and took a look at the magnificent scenery. This time no sounds heard. Some people asked me: what can you do in the desert? Nothing… It is the greatness of doing nothing.

We met the Germans on their way back to the tent. When the dark about to embrace the sky, it was only me, B and two Australians whom once told by the French man left on the sand dune. The Australians were on the other side of sand dune peak. The sun gave the sand dunes gold effect at noon, meanwhile at night it is the shine of the moon turned to gave the sand dunes light gold effect color. The shimmering sand dunes with it mountainous contour, the moon and the stars embedded on the dark sky covered me with an astonishment.

Unfortunately, the astonishment have blurred my sense of direction at night: I was not able to point the exact direction to our tent. Neither did B. Aka we were successfully lost. I was looking at the Australian because from the way they walked confidently, it appeared that they knew about the direction better than me (It’s dark enough that I couldn’t even see other people face). So, we teamed up with them. It just then we had different opinion. I and B insisted to go the right side as we saw a light on that side, meanwhile they insisted to go the left side. So we split up. However, on our way to the right side, we were not able to locate the light again. For me, it would be better to get lost in the desert with three other people than with only one other people. So, I and B went back to the place where we decided to go on our way. We met them also at that point. So we tried to track our back together and found an empty base camp. We went to the right side and found our tent with Abdel, Abdou, the Germans, the Canadians, and the Moroccan having a conversation on the tent terrace.

The advantage of getting lost that night: I could see and feel the beauty the sand dunes at night in a complete loneliness. Erg-Chegaga is utterly a gorgeous borderless area as if I were on the ocean without the sea sick effect. The dim light from the moon lit our way back. It appeased the panic feeling of getting lost. Actually, we were not too far from the tent :p We just can't see it :)

I joined the conversation with the others at night, while waiting for the dinner. It’s weird though. We made a circle, but we did the talk using each native languange French and Germany. We?? I did not speak as B stayed in the tent....I didn't have counterpart to speak in Bahasa or English. I just tried to understand the French conversation group. If we spoke in the same languange, I believe it would be a better one, at least for me. I had great conversation from a mixed of nationalities in Ubud, Bali: British, Australian and Indonesian. It was great since everyone speaks in English and we shared some stories from each country. It is a different rule in Morocco, so I have to adjust.

I had a superb dinner as every meal is a new thing for me: the moroccan soup and tagine. After finishing the dinner, almost everyone joined the campfire and listened to Brahim and friends playing/singing Moroccan traditional music. I went into the tent earlier and wished they will play the music until I fell asleep. They did :)

Day 5: Erg Chegaga-Foum Zguid-Taznakht–Tisselday-Marrakech

I and B got up earlier in the morning. As the base camp was almost in complete darkness, I could see the sky covered by the bright stars and moon. The breeze wind hindered me to enjoy it longer outside the tent. The moon slowly began to fade and replaced by the sun. Sunrise time. It’s wonderful to see and sense the competition between the warmth from the morning sun and the chill from the wind.

We were the first group leaving Erg-Chegaga as I and B had our train schedule to Fez at 7 pm from Marrakesh. Abdel didn’t take the same route as we headed to Erg-Chegaga. He took the old Paris-Dakar road. The road is not as bouncing as the our way to Erg-Chegaga, but a 4WD can speed up here. I didn’t see Abdel or Abdou bring a GPS, but they know when to turn to right, left or take a straight. Amazed by the way they know the desert well didn’t mean I missed to see a group of camels and sheep strolling over the mountains. Camel as a herd is a new sight for me.

There are several police checkpoint as we entered Foum Zguid and some cities (I also saw police checkpoint on our way to M’Hamid) with a banned sign and Gendarmerie Royale written on it on the right side of the street. The car will stop until a police officer standing a couple meters from the sign gives an indication to the car to move on. The police usually checks the papers. But, they never stopped us on our way. We made a stop at Taznakht, but I and B did not out of the car. Something that I regrets as it is a very small town that must be interesting to see even in a flash. At the outside part of town, I noticed a cemetery complex with gravestone made by a not rectangular stone as in cemetery complex that I used to see. The view along the way turned from palm trees to rocky mountains. There are a lot of rocks and I fell a sleep. It just like counting the sheep as suggested by some story books to make you fall asleep. I didn’t have to count the rocks though :p

As I open my eyes, we arrived in Tisselday and had our lunch at Irocha (http://www.irocha.com/). We were greeted by the swimming pool (The owner greeted us after the swimming pool did :)). It is a stunning hotel above the hill owned by Catherine and Ahmed who are very friendly. I wish I could speak in fluent French. I watched the children below playing, quarelling, talking to each other. It seemed they were hanging out near their school after the school hour. The environment there are very tranquil even with those children voices. We had a delectable Irocha pizza as the lunch. The restaurant supposes to open only for the hotel guests. Abdou taught us to say: merci beaucoup pour votre hospitalite.

We arrived in Marrakesh at 5 pm. The city life back on track again :( Abdel and Abdou dropped us at the train station as we will meet P there. Yup, she had arrived from London at noon to join me and B. We had our next trip to Chefchaouen via Fez using the train and the bus. It was a very great time we spend with http://www.saharaservices.info/. Thanks a lot!

Morocco - Casablanca & Marrakesh: Dec'10

Having a 15 hour flight from Casablanca to Jakarta (via Dubai), I do not have anything else to do besides listening to the music and waiting for Emirates’ flight attendants giving me something edible. I am too excited to end the eight day holiday without leaving any note about how I and friends taste a little bit of Casablanca, Marrakesh, Erg-Chigaga (Erg = sand dune), Chefchaouen and the journey in between those places. So, here is the journey with the great help from Lonely Planet: Morocco.

Day 1: Casablanca

I and B arrived at Mohammed V International Airport, Casablanca at noon. We went to downtown by a train (take the exit of terminal 1 down stair to find the train station, 35 minutes from the airport to Casa Voyageur train station, second class, Dh40). Before we were on board, we asked one of the officers at the airport train station about our ticket. The officer eagerly accompanied us to our railway coach and even helped me with my backpack. I was touched until he asked us Dh20 for his forcing services. Still, we gave the money after questioning him about it. The experience made us more careful when we were going to ask someone for direction or anything even though he wears uniform. I saw the man later on when we were in Mohammed V International Airport, Casablanca on the way back to Jakarta. He does offer this kind of helping service to any tourist who just arrives in Casablanca and wants to take a train. Meanwhile, the other officers in the airport are very helpful. Only that one :)

As we got to Casa Voyageur train station, the first thing we do was buying train ticket for the next morning to Marrakesh, then taking a petit (small) taxi to Galia Hotel (galia_19@hotmail.fr; 19 Rue Ibn Batouta; Dh270) near central market (Dh50 for the petit taxi is too high compared to the normal fare). The room in the hotel is lovely enough as it provides a bolster. It’s the first time I ever found a hotel providing bolster. When the receptionist knew that we are from Indonesia, he instantly asked us whether we are Moslem or not (Indonesia is a country with the biggest Moslem population in the world). But, we are not Moslem. Then the receptionist said it’s OK. I think he will be more excited if we were Moslem. We had this kind of question along the way in Morocco when the locals found out where we come from. But, I do not mind about it.

From the hotel, we were off to Hassan II Mosque located by the side of Atlantic Ocean by a petit taxi (Dh12). Non-Moslem visitor can get inside the mosque with a guide. However by the time we arrived there at around 3 pm, the guide service already close (It is ended at 2 pm). Hence, we only strolled around the mosque. There were still a lot of visitors there taking pictures of the mosques. Among them, I recognized two Emirates’ flight attendants and two passengers on our flight this morning. I said hi to the flight attendants and they were very surprised to see me there. Not only the tourists were on the mosque’ yard, but also the locals with their little children running around and hitting anyone who does not watch the path in front. A group of teenage girls greeted us with their first question: do you speak in English? Yes, we do. Moroccan speaks in Arab and French (plus Berber and Spanish). Then, they asked us to take pictures together while asking us about where we are come from, have you tried Couscous, etc and teaching us some words in Arabic. I did not understand some of their questions but just keep smiling :) I had the same experience with some teenagers in Nepal. It’s funny and great though.

After saying good bye to the teenagers, I sat on the top of the wall separating the path to the mosque and the beach. A woman with her two daughters opened a conversation with us with questions such as where you come from, where you stay, etc with her broken English. She told us about her Indonesian acquaintance; meanwhile her little daughter offered us her candy. From my reading, it is not polite if I reject her offer. So, I tried the candy that taste way too sweet for me. She laughed seeing my expression after tasting her candy. After a while, the little daughter lost her milk teeth. I was amazed that both her and her mother took the moment lightly. I mean, she lost her teeth and had blood in her mouth, but she was just smiling. Great girl! We had to end the conversation because we had not had our lunch yet and it was already afternoon.

Hassan II Mosque with its wind from the sea is magnificent. Strolling along its yard and sitting on the top of the wall facing the ocean are relieving. But, the hospitality of the locals that impressed me much.

We took a walk from Hassan II Mosque to Rick’s Café. But the café opens after 6.30 pm for dinner time; in the meantime we were already in front of the café at 4.30 pm. We sat in front of the café’s door and watched the street. We noticed that the passenger of petit taxi also share with other passengers. I thought only the grand taxi passengers share their ride. We do not how the taxi sharing works, but we tried it. However we found an empty taxi (empty taxi = without a passenger, still with a driver) to go to Brasserie La Bavaroise near the central market. Again, the place opens after 8.30 pm. We were too early to go to these comfy restaurants. Before the door keeper answered our question about the restaurant working hour, he asked first where we come from. He guessed we were from Japan :)

We sauntered around Central Market and found a fast food restaurant. We had a huge cheese burger with mint tea (Moroccan tea) here. No Moroccan traditional food? No, not yet. The cook said regards for Jakarta as he knew that we are Indonesian. It was still 7 pm in Casablanca but we were sleepy already because it was already 2 am in Jakarta. What a great jet lag!!! Hence, we did not do our plan to go for walking tour that has been described in Lonely Planet L The only site I saw from the walking tour was Hotel Lincoln. Hotel Lincoln’s grandiose ruin for exactly.

I slept as if I were at home and awoke early in the morning to catch the train to Marrakesh at 6.50 am (3 hours from Casa Voyageur train station to Marrakesh, first class, Dh140). We took a grand taxi to go to Casa Voyageur train station without other passengers (Dh22). The hotel receptionist watched us until we got a taxi.

Day 2: Marrakesh

We reached Marrakesh train station at 10 am. It is a bigger one that Casa Voyageur: two-stories train station with McDonalds, KFC, minimarket, banks, etc. We hit McDonalds for our breakfast. In front of the train station, a man offering us his taxi to go to Riad (guest house) Julia (www.riadjulia.com; 14 Derb el Halfaoui; Bab Doukkala; Ph. 024-376022; Eur60). The man asked us Dh50 from the train station to Riad Julia, and then it went down to Dh30. I knew it was still too expensive, but we took it. By the way, it seems that Dh50 is the magic spell for a little bit dishonest taxi drivers. It turned out that he does not have a taxi, only a regular car. Amazingly, we still took it. He drove us and dropped us at a place. Sucks, it was not the place we were heading to. I had the map on me; still I did not question him because I was enjoying everything new around me along the journey.

The fake taxi driver dropped us near Koutoubia mosque area. I was both upset and touched at the same time. I was upset mostly because the fake taxi driver made me walk to Riad Julia carrying my 4.4 kg backpack (too shocked to take a taxi again). It’s a very light one compared to the other backpack. However, I have my right arm injured due to my last rafting trip. My doctor already forbids me carrying anything heavy. 4.4 kg backpack includes anything heavy. 10-15 minute walk with the burden tortured me. Gone is the healing effect of those unfinished physiotherapy sessions. I was touched because people along the street helped us showing the way, including people who were busy offering Riads and thankfully the surrounding is all a new thing for me. It is worth for the pain.

Riad Julia is inside the alleys. Some reading told us that it will be difficult to find a riad. But it is quite easy to find Riad Julia even at night as there are proper light along the alleys and it is not too far from the main street. We knocked the riad’s door. As the receptionist opened the door, we found a courtyard inside. He welcomed us with the mint tea. The room is beautifully decorated and the receptionist is very friendly.

Having refreshed, we wandered in the souks and successfully got lost. There are shops that sell shawl, antiques, souvenirs, etc. These kinds of shops do not give their customer a fix price, so you have to bargain. And that is exactly my weakness: I cannot bargain and am not interested in the bargaining process. So, I mostly only enjoyed the souks atmosphere itself. Sauntering along the souks while listening the engine from a motorcycle and a bell ringing from a bcycle behind you, or someone in front of you blocking your way can awake anyone there. Seeing other people kept bussy doing their business, while I was walking my live on slower path was a refreshment for me in one way or another. The shopkeepers in the Marrakesh souk itself are not aggressive enough that can irritate the passers-by.

As the afternoon about to come, we tried to find our starting place: Bab Doukkala. But then gave up and shifted the goal to find any main road, the end of the souk. I couldn’t differentiate how I felt when I can’t find the main road. It was in between excited of getting lost and traumatic of asking people for information. Surprisingly, we showed up at Djemma el Fna.

The place is so lively. It is full of food sellers, snake charmers, people wearing traditional clothes (or not) offering themselves so the tourists can take their pictures, horse-drawn carts, monkey performers, etc. Of course, the performers in Djemma el Fna will ask for some fee. It is intriguing to see the interaction between the seller and the potential buyer, the interaction between the sellers and the seller itself. A lot of other things happened there that I cannot fully observed since I watched it all from above a cafe’s terrace: Le Grand Balcon Cafe Glacier mainly through my camera lens. I think the main selling point of the cafe is not their food and drink, but the view of Djemma el Fna from above. Before the dusk coming, some parts of the square transformed into food stalls.

We enjoyed the view there accompanied by the quite chill wind for about two hours. The night seemed attract more people coming to Djemma el Fna. In addition, there was a stage set up in the square for music performance. What amazed me was when there is a call prayer, all the sound from the sound speaker suddenly stopp. The call prayer is the only sound that fill in the air around the square. At a moment there is a part of peacefulness. But as the call prayer stopped, everyone was back to their businesses and the sound speakers were on . Well, Djemma el Fna main attraction is not its peacefulness but their frantic lively activities.

At night, we went back to Marrakesh train station to buy a ticket from Marrakesh to Fez. As usual, we met the taxi driver with its magic spell: Dh50 :) We handed over him the map that show how close it is from Djemma to train station. Then he changed his offer for Dh50 return. Yeahhh right! We chose to walk. Along the way, I noticed there are a lot of cafe in Marrakesh main street. Mostly men sitting in front of the cafe watching the traffic and people walking in front of them. It’s not the custom here to see women do that. We took a bus on our way back to the riad. Since, we were not in the tourist area, we asked a lot of people how to get back to Djemma by bus. As I was off from the bus, a woman whispered to me: Welcome to medina. And I smiled to her.