Morocco April 24-May 3
Backstory:
My best friend qualifies for a sabbatical with her job every 5 years--she hits year 20 this year and has never taken one. As well as picking this year for it, she applied for a grant for said sabbatical and themed it around exploring the UNESCO World Book capitals. After getting the grant, her family visited Buenos Aires (2025 book capital) and more of Argentina in February, and she and I booked our trip to Rabat and other parts of Morocco for spring 2026. Rabat took over as the World Book Capital about two days before our trip began.
Plane Travel:
We both live in major East Coast cities, but we found a deal in November for round trip tickets from her city to Casablanca with decent layovers in Madrid for half of our original budget. We booked it via AA but quickly discovered it was an Iberia flight. In general, it wasn’t an issue. The flight over was not at all full, and we had a row to ourselves as well as a 4 hour layover made nicer by some lounge access in Madrid. The flights from Madrid to Casa were easy, though the delay coming home meant we got ready to sprint when we got off, but we lucked out with a small enough boarding delay in Madrid that we could eat some Spanish ham and buy more water, etc. Being able to transfer within terminal 4S was very very helpful.
Train Travel:
We very much enjoyed Morocco’s trains--we never did the high speed as our plans didn’t work for it. The train from Casa airport to Casa Port was very easy, as was the train from Casa Port to Rabat. We took 2nd class and had no problems. Our Rabat to Fes train in the evening of a Sunday was absolutely heaving--we tried to get first class but could not. Something to note, 2nd class carriages can come with assigned seats--we made it back to ours after 30 or so minutes of standing/moving and showed the people in our seats the tickets. To their credit, both men hopped up with no bad feelings. One note about 2nd class for 3+ hours--we very much felt like some of the only women in a sea of men. Nothing happened and no one said anything, but there were basically no other women in 2nd class on this train. For our final ride from Marrakesh at 6:30am to just south of the Casa airport, we booked 1st class and realized most women tried to book in there. It was comfortable with Western style toilets and barely more expensive than 2nd class.
Casablanca:
All we wanted was to go to the Hassan II Mosque since it is the only mosque open to non-Muslims in the country. Flights and trains and luggage all cooperated for us to catch the 3pm tour on a Friday (special schedule because Friday is a holy day). We found a place to pre-book luggage storage and took a cab from the train station over. (When we tried to buckle our back seat seatbelts, the cab driver laughed and laughed and said, “No no, welcome to Africa!” This was very different from rural Morocco where they would give you a ticket for not buckling!)
The Mosque was great, but the tour guide left a bit to be desired. His English was good, but he quickly got tired of a few people asking questions to showcase their own self-knowledge and then proceeded to tell some fibs like, “Green doesn’t mean anything in Islam. Just that the artist liked it.” We found out pretty quickly on other tours/the internet that green is one of the colors of life in Islam, at least in countries that have a desert in their geography… I’d still do the tour again just to see the beautiful interior!
We also tried our first pastillas (chicken--yes; fish--meh and with fake shrimp in it, too) and got acquainted with just how many cats we would see on the trip.
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