Uno de Waal Blog

You really do find some things on the internet, or in other media actually. I think this guy above is Dino, a friend of a friend. The website that he’s on is Teen Weight Wise, and he’s supposed to be urging you to “Tell them about you”.
When we were in Italy recently we saw an ad for a dating service that had one of my friends in, and the whole family went “Hey!! That’s so-and-so!” Of course this is completely to be expected, South Africa and Cape Town are favourite places for production companys to come and shoot, and I think our stock photography is some of the cheapest. Today I was at a casting for an ad in Sweden, yeah, I can cycle but I’m missing out a bit on the blond hair blue eye Scandinavian thing, another friend had a shoot Deutsche Bank. It’s nuts, you walk down a street in some random foreign country and then there is a huge billboard of your friend, not looking like them at all. Of course then you start paying even more attention to all the other ads to see who else you might notice.
Such a great marketing gimmick… Marketers should target people with huge social networks, then all their friends go “Hey! it’s so-and-so!” And then pay more attention to the ad. But that might just be a kak tactic

I’m getting a bit sick of Dino’s face now.
Oh yeah, I’m doing research on websites, and these guys are a client of someone… So I found it in a different way that you thought…

The 23rd was a day spent in travel. We woke up in an absolutely amazing hotel after we arrived at the hotel very late and basically just plopped right into bed.
The next day would consist of 9 hours of travelling on some of the most hair razing roads ever experienced. The route out from Marrakech was fairly straight forward for any small-town outskirts, think the section between the N2 and Stellenbosch past Spier. But in this case it never really ends. The landscapes are amazingly beautiful, it has a mix of karoo nothingness and yet there is feeling of activity, as if the flat lands are breathing in a way, heaving up and down.
Our journey was a 400-500km trip from Marrakech to Fes, but we quickly realised that travelling at 80km/h won’t get us there in 4 hours. 80kph is actually a relatively fast estimate. The roads are narrow, it’s the R44, with no shoulder, all the way. Intersections also don’t exist, there are numerous traffic circles which don’t really function as traffic circles, everyone merely uses the lanes in the same way as they would a normal road, skipping the left hand side and just opting for using the one side. There is no shoulder to speak of and the possibility for hitting any of the cyclists or mopeds on the side are quite high.
Yet strangely enough we never saw any accidents. Take into consideration that the roads are very narrow in comparison to South African (secondary) roads, the roads are also fairly high, so if you manage to get into the “gutter” you would probably stay in there, and there isn’t really a public roadworks service that I could see.
So I can only think two things: Either there are no crashes as if there were they would be evident by car wrecks on the side of the road (which there is ample space for), and these would not be towed away as the infrastructure isn’t that developed, or that they have a very good infrastructure, with tow-trucks coming out into the desert to come and fetch cars that have been written off. I didn’t see one single wreck along the side of the road. I’ll keep a look out for our way back…

Halfway through, at about 3h00 we started to get a bit hungry and asked our driver to pull over somewhere so that we can get a quick snack. Lucky for us we must have been close to what is similar to our Shell Ultra City’s. We pulled in and on our right a mini-market had been erected. We walked around a bit and decided to sit down at one of the stalls (they’re all a bit generic) while our driver decided to take over control. Lucky for us as we found out no one can speak English, the other predominant language in Morocco is French, which my sister has proven to be quite provicient in. The options we had were chips, a kilo (or half) of sheep and some water and coffee. Oh, and bread. It was delicious. The meat was succulent and bread nice and warm. The chips were fairly generic, it’s interesting that they serve these with a lot of the dishes at the roadstop, almost like we have. I ordered a Cafe Noir, which had a similar taste to our stove-top coffee, but without the bitter aftertaste. I would even say that it taste almost the same as moer koffie (don’t worry Niel, it doesn’t come close to yours!). The rest of the family had the first taste of green mint tea, which is sort of the official drink in Morocco. It’s a very sweet tea that they pour out into a glass cup, then pour back into the pot to mix up the sugar and taste. This they repeat once or twice before finally holding the pot very high and pouring the tea into the cup so that it makes froth.

We finished our meal which came to about 280 Dirrams, which is about R250. That is actually a rip off we later discovered and isn’t very surprising. The rest of our trip was another 4 hours away that we spent in the car, at 6h it became dark and we started to panic as the cars were now even closer to each other. Yet still no car wrecks. Maybe it’s because the cars can’t physically drive faster than 90kph. We arrived in our majestic new Riad, greeted by our guide and followed the thin alleys (which are just asking for an Urban Assualt!) to our hotel, Riad Fes.

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Today culminated in about 12 hours of flying and another 12 spent running around in Madrid. We arrived at abut 7h (8h South African time) in pitch darkness. And it’s cold.
Stashed our bags at the depot as we only leave for Marrakech at 10pm. We took out some jackets and warmer clothes, stashed everything else.
Made our way to the busses and took a 20 min drive into town, arriving at Av. de America. The name I don’t understand. After a quick bite to eat at one of the places we realised that we had forgot all our travel guides. We’re only in Madrid for 14 hours, 8 of which are in the town, so during the frenzy to get out we forgot everything. Dammit. No guides telling us where what is, no maps (we managed to get a basic Mcdonalds street map, so we knew where all the Mcdonalds were, great). We were looking for the area that is happening, but somehow managed to end up in “downtown”, or the business district where everyone looks generic and is on a mission. Nevermind the bunches of school kids spraying each other with shaving cream and hanging outside Burger King.
After walking up and down Calle de Goya and Calle de Alcala we decided to drop into an internet cafe. Strangely, everyone decides to take a siesta lunch break from 2-3, even though it’s 5 degrees outside, so it was quite difficult finding one, and there are probably more internet cafes in Longstreet than in the busiest centre in Madrid.
So I opened up Google maps in spanish and managed to find Calle de Fuencarral which we thought only has the Gibraud shop. Getting is easy, it only takes about a 10 minute train ride with one or two swops. When we walked into the start of Fuencarral we knew we’d hit the jack pot. Everyone suddenly looked a bit funkier and as if they had stepped out of the closed gene pool we’d seen earlier. And this is where the shopping is at. G-star, the latest pair for 100 Euro, Gibraud, Desigual, Levi’s loads of others along with a whole host of independant shops as well.

We strolled through the area taking up everything. It has a mix between the Champs Ellysee (spelling?) and Long Street. More people, smaller street, awesome atmosphere. It was strange that there weren’t any coffee shops on looking out on the street, but I think that would have been lost on the gritty edge that the area has.

By this time we were all pretty shot and decided to head back to the Airport, at about 18:00. We managed to find the right bus again and were soon on our way back.

We picked up our luggage and decided to grab a bite to eat, ditching the emptier place for something a bit more buzzy (this is now at the airport waiting room, we are 4 hours ahead of our flight).  We were once again disappointed with the options available: sandwiches with ham and cheese. Bleh. My mother managed to wangle some meatballs somewhere. I’m sure we can probably order something more exotic, we’re just stumped everytime we see the menu. The portions are miserably small and about the same price as a Vida sandwich, and just as filling if you’re having that for lunch/dinner, i.e. not at all!

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