Morocco
Trip Start
Sep 08, 1978
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4
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Trip End
Sep 08, 2002
A year and a half in Rabat, Capital city of Morocco.
Good memories; the candy store near the house; my tortoise; our dog, that my father brought back from the desert; walks in the Sahara
The souk: the most reminiscent sensations surge when I come across the smell of leather. Sensations of noise, overwhelming activity, and time stopped while staring at a glittering copper object.
I also remember that time can be long in such a country, while the parents have to discuss something out with people... but maybe it seems the same to all children, whatever the place
Good memories; the candy store near the house; my tortoise; our dog, that my father brought back from the desert; walks in the Sahara
The souk: the most reminiscent sensations surge when I come across the smell of leather. Sensations of noise, overwhelming activity, and time stopped while staring at a glittering copper object.
I also remember that time can be long in such a country, while the parents have to discuss something out with people... but maybe it seems the same to all children, whatever the place

