Riding on the Marrakesh Express
AROUND THE WORLD, Chapter 13:
IN WHICH WE LIMP ON
Day 14: Casablanca to Marrakesh,
Morocco
To seal the coffin on our exotic dreams of Morocco, Ken woke early this morning with an active case of TD (travelers diarrhea). Though we exerted our best effort to be vigilant about what we ate and drank, some nasty little bacteria managed to slip through our shield of caution and wreak its havoc. We suspect the not-quite-hot Moroccan tea served in the hotel bar last night, or maybe the strawberries from lunch at the local Sheraton hotel. At any rate, we had to pack up and leave Casablanca for our journey to Marrakesh, where we will catch a flight to Milan tomorrow morning, hoping that Italy will bring us better luck, or at least improved health.
To reach the train station we again called on Morocco's fascinating taxi system. In Casablanca and other Moroccan cities, you can find two primary types of taxis, the petits taxi and the grands taxi. Each city has its own designated taxicab colors, one color for petits and another for grands. Both petits and grands tend to be ancient beaters with manual transmission engines, fueled by diesel. Don't even think about air conditioning. (Pictured above: Petits taxis at Casablanca rail station)
Grands taxis in Marrakesh |
Both types of taxis are plentiful in Moroccan cities so the fares are pretty reasonable, especially if one does research and is assertive. We took a grands taxi from our hotel to the train station in Casablanca this morning. The hotel doorman told us the fare should be 100 dirhams. When we were underway, we asked the driver about the fare. "150 dirhams," he replied. After we told him the hotel told us to expect 100, he readily agreed to that price.
Once at the Casablanca Voyageurs rail station, we located our platform readily and waited about 20 minutes for our train to arrive. Knowing we had 1st class tickets, we selected a 1st class car and boarded, ignorantly disregarding the assigned seats printed on our tickets. Four changes of seats later, we finally reached our correct spot in the assigned compartment in a different car. As it turned out, all these changes were in our favor.
In our correct compartment, we were seated with Antoine, a charming French national just beginning an internship in satellite communication. His job will take him between Casablanca and Marrakesh over the next two months. Also sharing our little six-seat cubicle was a friendly Moroccan couple. She has relatives in Australia, she told us in English, and her husband said proudly that his wife speaks English, though she protested his assessment. Despite the language barrier, thanks to Antoine, who speaks English, Spanish and German in addition to his native French, we all enjoyed a very interesting conversation over the next three hours as we rolled south through the dry countryside toward Marrakesh.
Tomorrow our time in Morocco will end, as we move on to Italy for the next week or so.
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MONDAY, 5 MAY 2014