Morocco – The first days

Since I arrived on Sunday afternoon with the sun shining from the blue sky I feel like weeks have passed. Long days with lots of new things, new people, and new experiences – don’t new things make us feel that our life is relatively seen longer? The first 18 years, from looking back one day that we will be old, are said to seem as long as the rest of our lives. But if we challenge ourselves with new experiences also in our later lives we can apparently change this ratio. Challenge accepted.

On Sunday, Julia, a fellow German exchange student, and me went to the city centre to buy some household things for our daily life and of course get Internet and a Moroccan sim card. The latter worked out, the former things unfortunately not. Which was a tiny bit depressing. Buut, after a nice and hot pizza we felt better, gave up our search for that day and went back home to our empty apartments. Not without getting caught at accidentally (true, I promise) taking the tram without ticket. But apparently Moroccan controller don’t like two German girls talking to him very loudly and complaining, so we were allowed to get out without paying a fine.

Moroccan style is at this time of the year quite cold. The floor has flagging, there is no heating at all (because it’s supposed to get warm soon) and as our apartments are new there is also absolutely nothing in there (well, there is a bed, a desk and a chair, to be precise).  And an echo in the living room. Who’d want more?

Until today, Thursday, we heard many presentations about EGE stuff, some more useful others less (maybe they should have told the librarian that we can all read and also that 6000 books is not thaaaaat impressive for a bibliothèque, but we of course appreciate his pride of the collection). Already now it becomes obvious that the EGE administration shows a similar amount of flexibility than AUC’s administration does. Not only that I had to take an English placement test to determine my level, in case I would need help later in the semester, although I study in English, also an Anglophone Canadian had to take the English test because her name sounds Asian. But inshallah it’s all gonna work out.

Furthermore we discovered more of the historic centre (the medina) which is extremely beautiful. It’s full with different souks, simply one huge market where you can buy whatever your heart desires. From sexy underwear to headscarves over turtles, carpets and kitchen tools. Wandering through the small streets and discovering more and more lovely corners and new shops that you haven’t seen before can easily take hours. Also, the medina definitely invites to get lost. Eventually you’re gonna find your way out though. Otherwise, there is a lot of food and tea in there, so nothing to worry about.

I also managed by now to get Internet, set my household a little, get in better contact with my two South Korean roommates (well flatmates, as we don’t share a room) and slowly I feel like knowing a bit more how to get around.  The weather is pretty nice, sunny, slightly cold and at night pretty cold, but Ghizlan, our in Germany born Moroccan, promised that the spring is gonna come soon. Actually for my German senses it feels already like spring, just not yet like summer.

The food is, as expected, super cheap and veeery tasty. And lots of fresh fruits for little money. Life in Rabat in general is quite cheap.

Although I receive quite a lot of attention, especially from males, it is just to a certain extent. They are looking, some also staring, others even more staring, but if their look doesn’t receive a response they are not trying to talk to me. Which is quite nice, as it also means that I can also move alone freely in the city without being chatted up at every corner. Even when going running, nobody did more than starring, although they did stare a loot. But it could also be that we didn’t really choose the right place to run.

So far I can say that I’m very happy to be here. Today, when I was sitting in the sun at the rooftop of my building, I had the thought that it’s on one hand a tiny bit crazy that I’m here but on the other hand also superamazing.

Next week the courses start, but as we have an add/drop period of two weeks, there is still plenty of time to try out new things. Bring it on, Morocco!

 

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