Another encounter with Berber hospitality
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June 28th, 2007 – by: Ann_Hells
He told us his name was Ritga, but I probably spell it wrong. He had two younger brothers who were both very shy and hardly ever talked to us.
Meeting this boy was a fortunate asset into our understanding of the lives of these people, because he studied French at the university he could speak rather understandably to my father when he asked about the police. On the roads they had been stopping many cars, but when they saw that we were Europeans they would let us go past without stopping. We asked Ritga why this was.
He told us that the police of Morocco are corrupt, they work with a sort of mafia. They often stop cars and busses full of Moroccans and make up an infraction even if they were driving without doing anything wrong.
They don't stop Europeans for obvious reasons, bad for tourism and they could get busted from another government. The Moroccan government doens't do anything about it, I'm not sure if it is because they can't or if they are in on it too.
We ate lunch of chicken with vegetables and couscous, and a chopped salad that reminded me of pico de gallo without the spice.
After lunch it was really hot so Ritga told us that to keep cool they take a shower and then take a nap. So that's what we did until 4:30 when we left for the car and planned to be back to pick them up the following morning.
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