Morocco… what can I say? Culture shock doesn’t even come close.
After a week in Spain we were all looking forward to our stay in Morocco-something a bit different, something to challenge our preconceived notion of the world and open the children’s eyes to a completely new cultural experience.
Reading about other countries in books or seeing them on the telly is all well and good… but there’s nothing quite like visiting somewhere for yourself to highlight that, despite the steadfast march of globalisation, the world isn’t the homogenised melting-pot of western values we all too often assume.
That diversity is a good thing-but when you’re travelling with children (notice we’re “travelling” now… our “holiday” ended when we left Spain) it can be a challenge to say the least.
Our first taste of Morocco wasn’t a pleasant one. After taking a taxi from the Spanish port of Ceuta to the Moroccan border we crossed on foot. Walking through a long, desolate no-man’s-land of concrete and razor wire I started to wonder what on earth we were doing.