Went up to Agdal, the posh part of town today to find a hairdresser. The water is so hard, my hair was like straw and my skin is like leather. Got a shampoo, conditioner and a head massage for under a fiver. Fabulous, I’d never have washed my own hair in the tiny shower here if I’d known. Looked into the shops, not outstandingly cheap, t-shirts at £12, wee jacket £35, trousers £20 – I can get those prices at TK Maxx, but I suppose they were brands which are known here. I saw an Etam shop, don’t know if it’s the same as the UK shops, think they went out of business. Also saw McDonlads and KFC so I was definitely in the young, trendy area. I had tea and sat outside so I could watch them passing from college or school. Sprayed-on jeans for girls and falling-down jeans for boys seemed to be the thing. And not many scarves in this age group. The future look of Morocco
By way of complete contrast, Callum, Yusuf and I had lunch in this crazy food place at the back of the market, totally local, you’d never find a tourist in there, but Yusuf’s been here for 8 months and speaks Arabic so we were treated to a unique experience. It’s rough and ready, but the food is freshly made, very tasty and incredibly cheap.
Where the locals eat