In central Casablanca we boarded a train to Morocco’s capital Rabat, stored our luggage at a cafe close to the station and set off on a circuitous route to explore the city. It’s cleaner and more park-like than Casa, with a lovely harbour that’s filled to the brim with colourful fishing boats. In the background underneath the bruised grey skies you can see the whitewashed Kasbah where the heavens opened up and produced a flash flood that drenched my only pair of trainers and forced me to make my first purchase in a Souk – not a tagine or scarf of delicious fresh dates, but a Made-in-China-bought-in-Morocco umbrella for 30 Dirhams. The stall owner could have charged 300 and I would have paid 🙂It poured a second time as we were wandering around the Hassan II tower complex (below). Worried about possible water damage to my camera, we fled back to the comfort of the cafe to warm up on several cups of cafe au lait before heading back to the station for another train journey, this time to Meknes.I would have loved to explore Rabat a little more, but we only had the afternoon and the rain had other ideas. As cosmopolitan as Casablanca, Rabat is a lot more elegant, better maintained and a lot less hurried. The train station is central and most of the city’s highlights are within walking distance. Next time I’ll take a raincoat and waterproof shoes 🙂
A common sight around here at the moment are streaks or straitions of cloud. The downside is that these cirrus clouds arrive in advance of a frontal system. Looking at the fatter cumulonimbus clouds also hanging over Hout Bay, we could just be in for some rain.