After 5 days in the High Atlas Mountains, Marrakesh was quite a shock to the system. We had spent 5 days in a small town, without any internet connection, and dressed very modestly. Upon arrival in Marrakesh, I could use my cell phone again, and it was incredibly unsatisfying. I would find myself on my cell phone for absolutely no purpose. Additionally, watching fellow pedestrians lead to almost mild discomfort. Marrakesh is filled with tourists; consequently, it is also filled with bare shoulders and short shorts. It was not only odd to see so much exposed skin after a week of conservative dress, but there were also numerous women wearing the niqab. The sharp contrast between pedestrians as well as between the current reality and what we had grown accustomed to was very striking.
Now back in a big city, we were also graced with a variety of cat calls. Within a couple hours of walking around the medina we had collectively received some of these gems.
“Hi Barbie… Come back to me Barbie”
“Mama Africa” and “Rasta Pasta”
“Ohhhhhh….. Can I have your snapchat….. send me pics”
“I like….. do you need a new boyfriend”
We had just lived in a village where everyone was not only incredibly respectful, but also said “hi, how are you” when we passed by. Going from this environment to a city where you just avoid all eye contact felt strange.
Marrakesh was a very interesting city, and certainly unique from the other Moroccan cities we had visited. However, just as Zawiya Ahansal’s remoteness seemed overwhelming on the first day, the metropolitan aspects of Marrakesh were what left the largest impression
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