Third day of classes. I have Darija vocab coming out my ears. I think I’ve absorbed maybe a third of it…? I’m also getting better about navigating through the medina, although it still requires constant vigilance on my part to spot this sign, or that door.
Traffic here is terrible, for us anyway. Anytime you cross the street you take your life in your hands: you just have to look for a break in the cars streaming by…and GO! They won’t stop for you, but if you get too close they beep. Motorbikes are also very popular; people double up on them, and triple up on normal bikes. Despite the fact that you almost get run over by a car, you can actually stop in between lanes to wait for the cars to go by, as long as there are marked lanes (I think that’s the unspoken rule…). I may get a ticket for jaywalking when I get back home because of this habit of crazy street crossing. I mean, you just walk right out into the middle of an intersection and kind of dance around the cars streaming by.
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Sounds like if we could simply pick up most of the pedestrians here in Schenectady and ship them over there most would be dead or injured inside of 24 hours. People here--particularly in certain parts of town--simply walk out in the street and expect everyone to stop for them. And, of course, we DO stop for them because to run over one would be be a bad thing to do, emotionally traumatic and a tremendous pain in the tush as far as insurance, car damage, lawsuits, etc. And they know that and keep doing it. It sounds like the same niceties don't apply in Rabat. . . . Dad
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