Casablanca and Mohammedia

Written by  Sunday, 08 June 2014 21:33
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After my brush with the camp-site pets (cockroaches) I opted for a little night-time alfresco weeing! The roaches don't run away, they run towards you. I jumped over one, thinking it was headed for a hiding place behind me, but no. It turned back towards me.

We planned a short riding day, opting for lunch in Casablanca, then out the other side to Mohammedia for another campsite. We had decided a supermarket was required today, we wanted to see what alternative sandwich fillings they might have, and also check if there was a replacement gas canister for our back up stove.

We found neither in the brand new shopping mall, but many shop brands from home. We left fairly quickly. We were advised to park by the big mosque, and got it wrong. There were several Minarets, and none particularly stood out. We saw free parking and headed into another mall.

After a walk along the coast we realised we couldn't get near the beach without a fee. We had seen a food area balcony overlooking the sea in the mall, and decided to eat there as we were pretty hungry by now. I opted for Lebanese, and Zane went with KFC. (We're now grounded temporarily whilst he gets over a bout of the runs. Ironic! All the local places we've eaten and it's KFC in the most westernised city in Morocco that gets him)

Anyway. After a good munch we decided to continue. When we got a little closer to the next minaret we realised our mistake. It was huge, and the mosque was awesome to look at. 25,000 inside, 80,000 in the surrounding squares etc. (incidentally, we did discover that the first minaret was attached to the King's summer house, so was also quite interesting to wander around the walls - oh how the other half live!) hugely ornate of course. Tiled outside, and we assume plaster and cedar wood inside as is traditional. It was about £10each to see inside, so we didn't.

We walked down to see the Medina, through what we assume was a souk. Probably the most basic yet, but very productive. They were working in a series of wooden shacks, not much bigger than a garden shed.

Along one side they were producing sofas with wooden bases on a reasonable 'production line' the other side of the road was allsorts, from mechanics to cobblers. The Medina was also run down, as the guide book warned us. We could have found ourselves some authentic local food there though, as we had intended.

Heading on out the other side of Casablanca towards our intended campsite we again noticed a severe lack of advertising or direction signs for campsites. We stopped to wifi the location of l'ocean bleu and eventually found signs for it. It certainly lives up to it's name.

The entrance faces the Atlantic Ocean. The sand is coarse, and the beach is rocky in places, but there are more campers here than we have seen in the whole of Morocco. 2 British camper vans and half a dozen others, mostly French. There were even a few tents. No other bikes though.

Zane is not feeling good, so dinner was plain instant noodles, we had eaten more than usual at lunch, and I didn't fancy more bread. Today I have been nursing Zane (forcing him to drink yucky rehydration sachets, and washing clothes. After lunch I took a walk on the beach, and played amateur photographer.

The urge takes me occasionally, but I am not inspired as often as I used to be. We may be here two more nights, depending how Zane recovers. One of the British couples has been warned against the watermelon, as it contains lots of chemicals which can cause stomach upset.

I thought going abroad to a country with agriculture like this was about finding fresh fruit and veg with less crap than what they sell us at home. Watermelon is one of the pleasures of travelling in hot countries. But maybe I am just naive. Where do I think Tesco buys it's veg? Who knows.