Possibly...

...I am the worst travel blogger ever. To everyone who has been looking for regular posts from me, I'm sorry. This whole polychronic thing is really starting to sink in, I think. Well, that and I haven't done anything dreadfully interesting lately.

Okay, let's see; two weekends ago, I stayed here in Ifrane, which meant I did homework and hung out with friends all weekend. That was fun, but not something I'd like to do all the time, since there's really not all that much to do on the weekends in Ifrane unless you like being out until four in the morning at one of the two local "clubs" and marinating in concentrated cigarette smoke. It seems like everyone smokes here, and there are no rules about smoking inside, so if you go inside a restaurant--not even a bar--the air will probably be kind of foggy from the smoke. That's one thing I miss about 'Murica. Otherwise, I quite like it here.

Last weekend (the one that ended two days ago, if you're counting), I went to Temara on a church retreat. Temara is sort of a suburb of Rabat and is right on the ocean. It was absolutely beautiful and the weekend was very peaceful. I'll post pictures of the beach as soon as I rescue my camera from the clutches of my possibly buggy purse. That was the one downside to the weekend; some dastardly little harbingers of itchiness hid out in my mattress at the beach, I believe, because I now have odd little bites on my arms and legs. Oh well. The bites are going down already and I haven't yet sprouted extra limbs or anything, so I think we're good. Hooray for new life experiences!

Other than that, life is continuing along its new status quo. Homework has started to ramp up a bit, a fact which has partially contributed to my recalcitrant blogging habits. There's a lot of reading but hardly any written homework, which is the converse of what I'm used to at my home university. Thus, it's been kind of weird for me to have to make that switch in my mind. Everything is progressing well, though, so I'm not worried.

As for the disturbances in the MENA that have apparently continued, rest assured that none of that has touched Morocco much, let alone sleepy Ifrane. I'm continuing to keep my eyes open--as usual--but all is well here. No worries. Pics to come.

Later, gators.

Pictures Because Tired

Hello, friends!  I'm a little sleep-deprived today, so if some things either don't make sense or are weird pop culture references, that's why.  I'll try to keep that to a minimum, though.

Why am I sleep-deprived, you ask?  Long story.  Mostly it's because my internal clock keeps trying to wake me up at about 6 a.m. no matter when I went to sleep.  I think it's still a little confused.  At least it's consistent.

Anyway, this past weekend, I got to go to Rabat with a bunch of pretty awesome people.  Yeah, I know, I'm way behind in posting this, but I've been... yeah, no, I haven't been especially busy.  There goes that excuse.  I guess my tardiness is attributable to the fact that I've had a lot of writing to do this week for homework so by the time I finish my homework, I really just want to look at pictures of cats on the Internet.  This is all tangential.  See?  This is what happens when I'm tired.  Lucky you can't hear me or you'd get a bunch of bad impressions of famous accents.

The main point here is that I really liked Rabat.  After the desert aridity of Ifrane, the coastal humidity of Rabat was wonderful.  My skin no longer resembled the Utah salt flats.  Of course, it does again now that I'm back in Ifrane, but that's a tangent again.

How about pictures?  They're worth a thousand words or something so maybe I'll just post those and stop trying to form coherent sentences because obviously that's not working.

Kitties in the medina!  Not necessarily pettable kitties, but at least they didn't have pemphigus foliaceus like some other kitties I've seen.

My group went out on a little tiny rowboat to see the sights and so forth.  This was one of the sights.

This was another sight.

This is the inside of what is now the National Jewelry Museum and what used to be the king's guest residences.  We got the whole tour, but we were only allowed to take pictures in certain areas because they didn't want flash photography.  This photo happened to be the one that came out the best.

Rumor has it that this entire pillared area was once covered with a roof, but the roof fell down a really long time ago and the kingdom didn't have enough money to fix it at the time so it's stayed unfixed ever since.  Personally, I think it's cooler without the roof.

The Hassan Tower, which is the most visually significant part of the old mosque that's still standing.  It's up on a hill of sorts, so you can see it from kilometers away.

Oh look, a hoomin!  This particular hoomin happens to be me.  (Unless you were there and laughing at me, you have no idea how ridiculous I looked getting up on that pillar, which is almost as tall as I am.  I still have small bruises on my ribs and a brush burn on my right elbow from doing the worm to get up there.)  Behind me is His Late Majesty Mohammed V's mausoleum.  I took some pictures inside, but they don't look very good because there wasn't much light.  I won't post them here unless someone begs me to.

Another part of the old mosque, taken from this angle because it looks cool.

The flag was cool and I really, really like palm trees.  REALLY like them.

Post Scriptum...
I know many of you have heard about the bombing of the consulate in Libya.  First of all, don't worry; that's a really long way from Morocco, and even if it was closer, I seriously doubt Ifrane would be drastically affected.  Second, there have been no major problems in Morocco itself.  There were/are demonstrations in Casablanca, but as far as I know, nobody's tried to blow anything up, so it's okay.  Everyone I've spoken to here has denounced the actions of the people in Libya as non-Muslim and wrong.  For the people back home who might be worried about me and are reading this, you don't need to be worried.  I'm fine and am by nature a very cautious person when it comes to things like this, so I won't do anything surpassingly stupid and I will keep my eyes open, now as always.

Later, gators.

Stuff that makes the page load slooooowwwwwly

Hey all!

I've done it again--I keep taking pictures of stuff and then uploading them here and it makes the page insanely slow.  Sorry.  At least once they're archived the page won't take so long.

Anyway, these are pictures from my few days in Paris before coming to Morocco.  Enjoy!

The Eiffel Tower, obviously.  We didn't get to go up in it because the ticket line was probably a half-mile long.  No joke.

And again.  It's way too fun to take pictures of this thing.  I could bounce around the plaza and up and down the tower all day and still not get every angle I wanted.

View of the arch at La Defense (I forget what it's called).

Eiffel Tower again, after I figured out how long to make the exposure.  We still didn't get to go up in the tower since the lines were even longer after dark.

I tried to take these two pictures from approximately the same angles as the first two so people could clearly see the difference between night and day.  Don't know if it worked, though.

And finally, Notre Dame from across the Seine.  I couldn't get closer without being an awkwardly pushy American since this is apparently tourist season and there were tons of people everywhere.

Hopefully I'll find some time to post again next week.  Classes are starting to get a little hectic, probably because I have four out of five of them on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  At least I have nice Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.

Until next time...

Fez, or Why It Kind of Stinks to Have a Sensitive Nose

See what I did there? It's a pun. Ha. Ha.

I promised pictures, and I'm sorry for how long this page probably took to load as a direct result of said pictures. Nevertheless, people have been asking, so I blame my dear readers.

We'll get to the whole Sensitive Nose thing in a minute. First some more interesting "cultural" things.

Q-Tips.

You know those handy little cotton swabs on sticks you can use to clean your ears and hard-to-reach places in water bottles? Yeah, well, for furriners like me, they're apparently devilishly hard to find in Morocco. I never realized quite how many things I used those for until I couldn't find any. Since I packed really light for this trip, I didn't bring a giant box with me. Somehow I thought they'd be easy to find. WRONG.

Maybe I was just looking in the wrong places. I don't know. Anyway, the point is, I finally found Q-Tip-type swabby things at the Moroccan equivalent of Wal-Mart (Marjane). Incidentally, they don't sell hydrogen peroxide or even rubbing alcohol there. You have to go to a pharmacy for such items. I found this out after having a conversation with four different staff people in a weird mix of French, Arabic, English, and Charades. It took about ten minutes before anybody understood what anyone else was saying. During that time, I realized that 1) my French is incredibly limited and 2) somehow it's still more functional than my Arabic, which theoretically should be a lot better than my French. C'est la vie.

Anyway, the Marjane was, for a monochronic person, pretty much a dream come true. People stood in lines! It was wonderful. I was also able to pick up a real towel, which is nice because I've been using a little backpacking towel for the past two weeks. It worked, but that was it.  Ford Prefect would be proud, I think.

Now. Pictures! And Fez! And Smelly Things!

I thought I would share my hand soap with everyone.  It's not technically hand soap--I don't know if the picture is sharp enough, but the writing at the bottom (yes, that's a tin) says it's "the transparent whitening facial bar."  It's transparent, all right, but I have my doubts about the whitening bit.  My hands aren't appreciably whiter than they were two weeks ago.  Then again, I'm just pretty white all over, so I suppose I can't make much of a comparison.

This is the main gate that leads into Fez's old medina, which is set apart from the rest of the city because it's completely walled and some of the buildings are, I'm told, in the region of a thousand years old.  This entire gate was painted by hand.

Closer view of the gate, in which the intricacy of the painting is (hopefully) more visible.

Inside one of the old houses in the medina.  Again, everything was hand painted.  Behind me, and therefore out of view, is a fountain, which kept this main area cool.  These houses are typically two or more stories with the pictured large, atrium-like main room in the middle onto which all the smaller rooms on the edges open.

Most of the streets in the old medina look like this.  Obviously there's no way a car will fit in there, so most transporting of goods and people is done with mules, donkeys, handcarts, and--very rarely--motorcycles or motor scooters.  The medina is on quite a hill and the cobblestones can be pretty slippery, so motorcycles don't necessarily do too well.  It's hard to take a run at a hill when people, cats, and donkeys are in the way.

And here's the reason for the title of this post.  This, my friends, is the world-famous Fez tannery.  At first glance it looks pretty benign and actually pretty cool, but not at first whiff.  There are no harsh chemicals, just the all-natural tanning process, so that's interesting.  Boy, do those all-natural methods stink, though.

WARNING:  THE FOLLOWING IS A GRAPHIC REPRESENTATION OF AN UNHOLY STENCH.  VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

Imagine if a bunch of birds, a few rodents, possibly an omnivore or two, and some donkeys all decided to poo in the same place, stir it up, and let it sit in the desert sun for a few days, sprinkled daily and liberally with the urine of those animals.  That's about how this place smells.  It's not nearly as pungent as, say, a four-days-dead roadkill skunk, but it's still pretty nasty.  Since I happen to have been blessed with a super-sniffer (thanks, Mom), the reek was all the more special for me.

The real insidiousness of this bifurcated-tail-and-pitchfork-worthy stench doesn't actually reveal itself until several hours after the fact, at which point it's too late to do anything about it and everything smells like the tannery since it's been burned into the nose.  Not even the sprigs of mint the tannery workers give you will help with that.  No matter what you do, that smell will stay in the nose for a very long time, and it's really not a lot of fun to brush one's teeth with that hanging out in one's sinuses.  I advise holding the breath.  Or you could just be smart, unlike me, and smell on the mint the entire time instead of trying to be tough and just ignoring it.  REALLY bad plan, okay?

Since I went to Paris before I came here, I'll add pics of that, too, but not yet.  This post is quite long enough as it is.

Also, the background photo for this blog is the view from my dorm window just after sunset.

Later, gators.