On the road again

Hitchhiking in Morocco is one of the world wonders! After being horribly followed because of my western look in the touristic Chauen not far from the Northern coast I hitched the next day to Rabat. It seems especially the middle-class is picking me up. The poorest people don't own cars and travel by overly packed old mercedes taxi's that are appearing everywhere in massive amounts with never less than 6 passengers. 2 in the frontchair, 4 in the back. The rich people do not seem to be interested in the theme of hitchhiking, they live their own lives way above the rest of the poor country. The middle class "la verdad es aqui se vive la vida de puta madre" of small businessman use to pick me up within 15 minutes whatever speed they are cruising or whatever place I have parked myself. They also like to spend their money on me, which I tend to accept after one or two polite refusals. It is a complete chaos over here, but for me an exotic chaos, a lot of the not tourist-oriented people seem friendly, the food is delicious and cheap and even the drinking water doesn't give me problems yet. Last night I spend my first night in a youth hostal, this night I hope to stay at another beautiful ;) couchsurfers place and monday the Mauritanian embassy opens its doors again to obtain a visa. Let's see what happens in between. Ciao! G