0108 Heading back North (Mor 019—new)
Kenitra Travel Blog› entry 21 of 35 › view all entries
After one more stop that I have to make in Casablanca, I'm headed north to Kenitra, and this time it’s not by accident. I’m gonna try to cram in just a couple more cities and then head back to Spain and beyond...
Next stop: Kenitra. Another non-touristy city north of Rabat with a rather gritty feel to it. I find a cheap little hotel where my question of “do you have hot water?” only brings me a bemused smile. Then I head to explore a lively market area, then past a couple of overcrowded cafes where the eyes are glued to the TV screens.
Well, maybe Moroccan football… but this is a Real Madrid game. Apparently they haven’t fallen from grace…
One thing I notice is that everyone talks to me in Arabic here--I guess maybe they're not used to seeing foreigners, so they assume I’m a blonde Moroccan or something.
Next day I find a scruffy little fountain like thing where I play my songs. Here, unlike my usual crowd up boys and young men, a couple young schoolgirls come to listen to my songs. A man comes to try to shoo them away, maybe he doesn’t think it’s a good idea for young girls to hang around a strange looking man.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in school?” he asks
“Our teachers are on strike” is their response—apparently a common situation here in Morocco.
I soon find that they weren’t lying. I go to explore the town just a little bit more and come across a cluster of what it seems to be, teacher forming a picket line. I wander on to a very scruffy, half abandoned industrial area then decide to head on my way. I’m a bit disappointed that I didn’t find any really “nice” neighborhoods here in Kenitra… it all feels like a large farm market town quite frankly.
(Postnote: I find out 16 months later that I completely missed the “heart” of Kenitra, a very modern downtown with shady boulevard and chic cafes, and a pleasant stroll along the river… see 2009A, Entry 0330)