Morocco: Thoughts about Moroccans

Some weeks after leaving Morocco, it is time to write my opinion about Moroccans. We spent one month in Morocco and drove from more than 3000 km the very North (Tangier) to the extreme South (Gergarat) and were able to meet some people along the way. My general opinion is: “I love Moroccans!”

We had a police officer offering us money to go to a hotel, fishermen giving us raw fish, a police handing a pair of shoes and Morad opening us his house in Dakar! Always together with a constant smile and a warm “Bonjour”!

While we shared already the story where we were offered money for the hotel, the others just follow:

• In Bodjour, we decided to go the port to see the boats and take some photos. Some boats full of sardines had just arrived and we ended up leaving with a huge bag full of them. Once we reached the hotel, another fisherman cooked them for us, all free of charge!

• In Laayoune, after more than two weeks recovering from the accident, we headed out looking for some hard boots to protect us for the rest of the trip. We found Brahim, and ended up having a tea and receiving a very cool pair of used “All Star like” shoes!

• In Dakar, Senegal we were at the gas station, surfing the internet and procrastinating, when we noticed that two guys were curious about us. I went to the motorbike and Sweet Potato approached them. Shortly after, she exclaimed excited “They are Moroccans!!” The conversation flowed easily, and we ended up having dinner all together, going out to a nightclub, sleeping at Morad’s place, and having lunch all together again in the day after!

Everywhere in the world you can find good people, but in Morocco the proportion of good hearts, constant smiles and amazing people is very, very high!!!