Thursday 15 November 2012

Morocco



Salaam/Bonjour

We are in Morocco, which is near the top of Africa. To get to Morocco we had to drive the car onto a ferry at the bottom of Spain and go across the ocean to Ceuta. We then had to show our passports at the border crossing and drove into Morocco.



In Morocco, people speak Arabic and also French. We only know a few Arabic words
Salaam - hello
Min fadlak - please
Shukran - thank you
Maas salaama - good bye
so we mainly speak French and English,  (mainly English, because my French still isn't very good)

Morocco is a very different country from what we are used to. Many Moroccan people are very traditional, and do things the same way they have for hundreds of years. Many people do not have a car, so they use donkeys, camels and carts to transport items.




Vehicles (trucks, cars and scooters) are also used, but carry lots of people and animals.




Morocco has a lot of mountains and deserts. It has very beautiful scenery.



The older houses are made from mud bricks, and it depends on the colour of the sand in the area what colour the houses are. (Some of the villages looked like sandcastles)



But it can be very hot. Many people wear head scarves to protect themselves from the heat.



One of the cities we visited was Fez. We saw people making dishes, plates and other items from clay, and then they painted them by hand.



In Fez they also make leather from animal skins, and use the leather to make bags,  shoes, belts and jackets. They make and colour the leather at the tannery. (It's very smelly and we had mint to put under our noses to hide the smell).



We also saw people making mats and carpets. Matthew had a go at helping a lady to make a rug. It was very tricky.



They have many big markets (called souks) where you can buy items that are handmade. They are huge.



On the way out of Morocco we saw the Rock of Gibraltor, and then caught the ferry back to Spain. We are going to leave Europe and catch the plane to Muscat in Oman for a few days, before we come home.







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