314. Feeling Safe in the South (Mor 147--new)
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Episode 07: Around Essaouira
It's been an uneasy couple of weeks in Casablanca... a mugging attempt put me on edge--making me feel much more edgey walking around town--even in my own neighborhood.
So as soon as I got off the bus in Tamanar, it felt like a 60 pound sack was lifted off my shoulders. Suddenly, this quiet, Berber town felt like the absolute safest place in the world. All around me are just simple folks going on with their simple lives. I don't have to profile everyone I walk past... there's almost certainly not a single dangerous person in this entire town!
It's good to get out of Casablanca sometimes.
It's just a few weeks before the end of my 2008-2009 Parkbenching Year, and I really want to cram as many towns in as I can.
See, this is where I ended up in January of 2000 at a very crucial crossroads in my life. This is where I just chilled for a while and where I had some amazing experiences, before making a couple of decisions that would change my life forever...
To start out, though, I'm visiting a new town... the last of the "T" series--Tamaraght, Taghazoute, Tamri and Tamanar, a row of towns between Agadir and Essaouira. Temanar is probably the least interesting of the four--but I don't care, I'm just happy to be out of Casa, breathing fresh clean air... wandering through the scrub at the edge of town, up through the market lane that hasn't quite woken up yet... through a modern neighborhood and an ancient one... and finally having a peaceful parkbenching session under a tree...