Saturday, September 17, 2011
Neptune Day (Day 23)
Today was Neptune Day, where we crossed the equator! As part of the festivities we had to have “fish guts” dumped on our heads and then jump in the pool. When you got out you had to kiss a fish pay your respects to Queen Minerva and kiss King Neptune’s ring. Once you did that you were no longer a scallywag but now a clamback. For people who wanted to pay the ultimate homage they could shave their heads. I DID NOT SHAVE MY HEAD! But many girls did. We then had a pretty cool dance party up on the pool deck which is now slimy and pretty darn gross. King Neptune was actually Captain Jeremy! It was a lot of fun and I have some pretty good pictures. And just think all this went down before 10 am! Oh yeah we were woken by the lovely crew who walked the halls playing instruments of some kind (mostly drums) and banging on our doors. So much for sleeping in on our first no class day. We are all still trying to catch up on sleep from the last 4 days in Ghana. So now we are supposed to buckle down and study (yeah right); but they actually have this listed as a study day on the calendar. We shall see how the rest of the day goes.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Ghana!
There was supposed to be another post just before we got to Ghana but my internet wasn't working so here is my Ghana post. Sea days aren't really that exciting anyway, rather boring and routine.
Ghana. There is so much to say about Ghana; on the one hand the official language is English so communication is relatively easy, as in English is taught in school and most people can speak and understand it along with their local language. On the other hand I am sure SAS just tripled the nations’ economy in less than 4 days. We definitely got extremely ripped off at points and it was much harder to barter here in Ghana than Morocco. The poverty is astounding here and you really feel bad for many of these people. But Ghanaian’s are the most friendly people you will ever find (if they don’t befriend you just to get your money for their product), but in generally they truly make an effort to get to know you no matter how short of a time you will get to spend with them. There is a very good chance when I get home I will have quite a few friend requests on facebook and at this rate they will all be from Ghana. We haven’t even left Ghana yet (we leave in a few hours) and I already want to come back because there is so much that I didn’t get the chance to see. The first day I got a very expensive (they guy we were with is terrible at bartering and we have banned him from bartering in the future, at least where our money is concerned) tour of Tema our port city. I still can’t tell you how to get out of this port. It is so much busier than the port in Casablanca, I am positive that I never entered or exited this port the same way twice. In morocco I had no problems with walking to the port gate with friends, it was really easy to find and not that bad of a walk; but here is a whole other story, short version: I have no clue where the port gate is.
On the second day I did Habitat for Humanity through SAS, I was looking forward to helping build houses and work alongside some local Ghanaians. Again things didn’t go quite as planned and my group ended up working solo filling in a foundation hole with “dirt” there were more rocks and roots than dirt. Let’s put it this way, we had to pickaxe the ground and it still took 3 people shoveling 20 minutes to fill one wheelbarrow. Not a fast process. We found out later that some of the other groups had locals with them who would always take over so those SASers ended up playing with the village children the whole time (yeah kind of wish I was in that group). But at least we got some work done and made a difference. The Habitat people were so grateful that a group of college students would leave their luxurious cruise ship and come move dirt around with bowls (I am not kidding, we had large bowls and had to search for the wheelbarrow) in the rather hot Ghanaian countryside.
On the third day I did another SAS sponsored trip to the Mona Monkey village and the Wli Waterfall. Both were really beautiful places. We went to the waterfall first and had a short hike through the forest to get to the actual waterfall. Our guide picked from a ripe coco plant and let us try some; it didn’t taste anything like chocolate. We also saw pineapple plants, banana plants, and citrus trees (the leaves smelled like lemon). A lot of people went swimming at the base of the falls but I didn’t because we had been warned about fresh water parasites (the pictures they showed us kept more than half of us from swimming). We hiked back to the buses hoping our lunches had finally showed up (they went to a different place then we did) and I bought a yard of fabric and a hand carved elephant in the little village that was there. We were happy to find out our lunches had arrived so we ate lunch on the buses while we were parked there. The children were begging a lot so most of us gave them some of our lunches, we didn’t know if the apples were safe or if they had been washed with local water so most of us gave the kids our apples. I was surprised at how the children weren’t very grateful for what we gave them but they didn’t look starving at all, I saw a lot of food there, women were trying to sell us food while we ate lunch. But at least we didn’t waste any of our food. We then went to the monkey village where monkeys and humans co-exist in peace. The guides took us into the woods with bananas and those of us who were braver got to feed the monkeys. It was really cool watching the monkey get on peoples arms and eat the banana that they held in their hand. It was amazing how gentle they were and if you watched the people were almost able to communicate with them and call the smaller ones closer so they could get some bananas too. When we were getting back on the buses some people still had some food left from lunch so they gave it to the kids at this village. Such a contrast to the children at the first village; these kids shared everything with all the other kids and kept thanking us for what little we had left to give them. It was a much nicer image to recall but I am so glad to have experienced both.
Day 4 started very early (before 6am) and I checked my email to see if there was any last minute stuff from our tour guide. Sadly there was; the guide said there had been a bad accident on the road between port and where we were going and that the traffic was going to be horrible. He didn’t want to risk us being late back to the ship so he refunded all of our money and got us a taxi at a fantastic price to Accra. When I come back to Ghana (not if) I will totally contact him and try to set something up because I still really want to see the slave castle’s and Kakum national park. So we went into Accra and went to the market and got a few things. Then I came back to the ship and have had a fairly relaxing day back on the ship.
Ghana. There is so much to say about Ghana; on the one hand the official language is English so communication is relatively easy, as in English is taught in school and most people can speak and understand it along with their local language. On the other hand I am sure SAS just tripled the nations’ economy in less than 4 days. We definitely got extremely ripped off at points and it was much harder to barter here in Ghana than Morocco. The poverty is astounding here and you really feel bad for many of these people. But Ghanaian’s are the most friendly people you will ever find (if they don’t befriend you just to get your money for their product), but in generally they truly make an effort to get to know you no matter how short of a time you will get to spend with them. There is a very good chance when I get home I will have quite a few friend requests on facebook and at this rate they will all be from Ghana. We haven’t even left Ghana yet (we leave in a few hours) and I already want to come back because there is so much that I didn’t get the chance to see. The first day I got a very expensive (they guy we were with is terrible at bartering and we have banned him from bartering in the future, at least where our money is concerned) tour of Tema our port city. I still can’t tell you how to get out of this port. It is so much busier than the port in Casablanca, I am positive that I never entered or exited this port the same way twice. In morocco I had no problems with walking to the port gate with friends, it was really easy to find and not that bad of a walk; but here is a whole other story, short version: I have no clue where the port gate is.
On the second day I did Habitat for Humanity through SAS, I was looking forward to helping build houses and work alongside some local Ghanaians. Again things didn’t go quite as planned and my group ended up working solo filling in a foundation hole with “dirt” there were more rocks and roots than dirt. Let’s put it this way, we had to pickaxe the ground and it still took 3 people shoveling 20 minutes to fill one wheelbarrow. Not a fast process. We found out later that some of the other groups had locals with them who would always take over so those SASers ended up playing with the village children the whole time (yeah kind of wish I was in that group). But at least we got some work done and made a difference. The Habitat people were so grateful that a group of college students would leave their luxurious cruise ship and come move dirt around with bowls (I am not kidding, we had large bowls and had to search for the wheelbarrow) in the rather hot Ghanaian countryside.
On the third day I did another SAS sponsored trip to the Mona Monkey village and the Wli Waterfall. Both were really beautiful places. We went to the waterfall first and had a short hike through the forest to get to the actual waterfall. Our guide picked from a ripe coco plant and let us try some; it didn’t taste anything like chocolate. We also saw pineapple plants, banana plants, and citrus trees (the leaves smelled like lemon). A lot of people went swimming at the base of the falls but I didn’t because we had been warned about fresh water parasites (the pictures they showed us kept more than half of us from swimming). We hiked back to the buses hoping our lunches had finally showed up (they went to a different place then we did) and I bought a yard of fabric and a hand carved elephant in the little village that was there. We were happy to find out our lunches had arrived so we ate lunch on the buses while we were parked there. The children were begging a lot so most of us gave them some of our lunches, we didn’t know if the apples were safe or if they had been washed with local water so most of us gave the kids our apples. I was surprised at how the children weren’t very grateful for what we gave them but they didn’t look starving at all, I saw a lot of food there, women were trying to sell us food while we ate lunch. But at least we didn’t waste any of our food. We then went to the monkey village where monkeys and humans co-exist in peace. The guides took us into the woods with bananas and those of us who were braver got to feed the monkeys. It was really cool watching the monkey get on peoples arms and eat the banana that they held in their hand. It was amazing how gentle they were and if you watched the people were almost able to communicate with them and call the smaller ones closer so they could get some bananas too. When we were getting back on the buses some people still had some food left from lunch so they gave it to the kids at this village. Such a contrast to the children at the first village; these kids shared everything with all the other kids and kept thanking us for what little we had left to give them. It was a much nicer image to recall but I am so glad to have experienced both.
Day 4 started very early (before 6am) and I checked my email to see if there was any last minute stuff from our tour guide. Sadly there was; the guide said there had been a bad accident on the road between port and where we were going and that the traffic was going to be horrible. He didn’t want to risk us being late back to the ship so he refunded all of our money and got us a taxi at a fantastic price to Accra. When I come back to Ghana (not if) I will totally contact him and try to set something up because I still really want to see the slave castle’s and Kakum national park. So we went into Accra and went to the market and got a few things. Then I came back to the ship and have had a fairly relaxing day back on the ship.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Morocco!
Morocco was awesome!!!! The first day (September 3rd) Rachael and I woke up early to see our arrival to Port of Casablanca. After standing outside and taking some pictures for a while we went down to the dining room and got breakfast. We then went to the union for the diplomatic briefing, although I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be there or in classroom 3, since we were early anyway I sat with Rachael for a while. Eventually I had to go to the meeting place for my FDP; we had to wait there a while until the ship was cleared but as soon as it was we were the first ones off! Dry land at last! We went straight to the bus and went to the Hassan II Mosque, which is the second largest mosque in the world. I was very surprised at the fact that we were allowed to take pictures when we were inside, so I have some pictures that I never expected to be able to get. Rachael was nice and let me borrow a head scarf since I sadly left mine at home. But it was really cool going through the mosque and seeing the amazing craftsmanship both inside and outside. I can’t imagine how much work building that was, each tile was handmade and placed. Once I got back to the ship I met up with Rachael and we got lunch then hoped on the City Orientation bus, it was nice being driven around and getting acclimated to a city we had never been to, we got to get out and walk through a market although there was a lot of stuff closed because it was Saturday and Ramadan had just ended. When we were brought back to the ship we met up with Allison and went out to try and find a place to eat. We were provided with a shuttle to and from the port gate to the ship but many times it was easier to just walk. I was surprised we were allowed to walk through the port because it is a working port and there were all sorts of ships coming in and out getting loaded and unloading goods. We ended up eating at a hotel restaurant but only getting appetizers and a large bottle of water. Between the three of us we spent 160 dirham (including tip) which equates to about $21, not bad for a college student budget. We went to bed early because we knew we had to wake up at 4:15 to leave for our camel trek.
Day 2 started bright and early (VERY EARLY) we got outside and Cassie (the girl who organized the trip) came out a few minutes later and we all walked up to the main gate (the shuttle had hours, it wasn’t going to start for several hours yet). We got up there and got on the buses and then picked up all the stragglers that don’t understand punctuality. We then began what ended up being the longest bus ride and coolest adventure ever (maybe I should note here that I am safe and currently on the ship and we are officially in transit to Ghana now). Our first stop was Marrakech which was about 3 ½ hours away. We picked up the rest of our group who had gone the day before by train; at this point we were told we were 7 hours away from our camels. Many people bought snacks and drinks at a little shop nearby and we loaded back onto the buses (at this point the time had changed to 8 hours away). According to the itinerary that we were given we were going to stop at some cool historical places so we figured that’s why it was so long until we got to the camels. Our next stop was a stop for lunch that we found out while eating wasn’t included in the trip, while it wasn’t expensive it was a little annoying to find out we had to pay more money and I was glad I had plenty of extra money. We were told after lunch that our next stop was 3 ½ hours away (some people wanted to buy alcohol). So we kept chugging along crossing the Atlas Mountains and getting some beautiful Moroccan scenery pictures. We finally stopped and again were told 2 ½ to 3 hours until we got to our camels. Long story short it was 14 hours from actually leaving Casablanca to actually getting on the camels. We were supposed to ride the camels into the sunset in the Sahara desert but we didn’t get there until 8:00 at night and it was already dark. Personally I think we got a better deal because we got to ride by moonlight and see all the stars. We finally got to the camp and were given dinner (which was included) and then sat around a campfire and listened to our hosts play music on their drums and sing. It was really cool and I will never forget this trip. The next morning we had a wake up call at 5:45 to see the sun rise over the dunes. It was really pretty and I got some amazing pictures. We then ate breakfast and packed up our stuff. There weren’t enough camels for everyone to ride back to the buses at the same time so some of us waited until the camels had come back. I was in the group that went very last and we got the bonus deal because we got to ride the 4x4 about a quarter of the way and met the camels that were coming back for us. We then got on the buses for our incredibly long journey back. We made fewer stops and everyone made sure to be back on the buses in a timely manner the second day so it went much faster. I think it was about 8-9 hours to Marrakech and then we split up as a group. There was a fairly large group that wanted to stay there because there is a good night life and Marrakech is catered to tourists. Meanwhile there was another group (which I was a part of) that wanted to just get back to Casablanca and get on the ship. So we had about an hour of free time until the vans came and picked us up and we drove about 3 ½ hours to Casablanca. We even managed to convince the port authorities to allow our van to drive us all the way to the ship so we didn’t have to walk since it was later then the shuttles ran.
Day 4 was our last day in Morocco and Rachael and I decided to let ourselves sleep in for a little, we really didn’t have much planned we just wanted to walk around Casablanca a little and be back at the ship well before on-ship time. So we went out and happily found a shuttle right outside! We first walked to Rick’s Café (duh who wouldn’t?) and found out that it wasn’t open for another hour and a half so we walked back to the market area and looked in shops and for the first time bought something other than food. I bought a cute little camel that is made out of leather and a keychain that is the shape of the traditional Moroccan shoe but also it is the color of the flag and has the star on it. It also says Moroc on it which is how they write Morocco. My other purchase is puzzle box which you have to move different parts to get the key out then move some more parts to find the keyhole. Many people bought them (although from the people I have talked to I have gotten the best price so apparently I am good at haggling!) so I ended up getting one that seems really nice and it’s made with cedar wood so it smells really good! We got some really yummy ice cream and called that breakfast since we hadn’t eaten yet and then walked back to Rick’s Café. The food there was too expensive so we just got coke which was still fairly pricey. We then walked back to the ship and stopped at a snack shop and got more coke and orange juice which we wanted to take on the ship and a pistachio ice cream bar. We ate the ice cream while walking to the ship and when we got to the ship we found out we couldn’t take the drinks on-board even though they hadn’t been opened yet because they were twist caps instead of cans. So Rachael and I sat near the check-in point and drank it before officially getting on the ship. We then went and turned in our passports because we didn’t really plan on getting off the ship anymore. Instead we went and took naps and just hung out until dinner time when we ate our first real meal in 2 ½ days.
Today classes started again and everyone is walking around like drunken zombies, we have a lot of rocking and we are all exhausted. I have already had one class and I have another after lunch. We have 5 more days at sea and then we do this all over again in Ghana. At least we don’t have a time change coming up (maybe not at all I believe Ghana and Morocco are in the same time zone!!!), until the next update enjoy this incredibly long update on the last 4 days of my life.
Day 2 started bright and early (VERY EARLY) we got outside and Cassie (the girl who organized the trip) came out a few minutes later and we all walked up to the main gate (the shuttle had hours, it wasn’t going to start for several hours yet). We got up there and got on the buses and then picked up all the stragglers that don’t understand punctuality. We then began what ended up being the longest bus ride and coolest adventure ever (maybe I should note here that I am safe and currently on the ship and we are officially in transit to Ghana now). Our first stop was Marrakech which was about 3 ½ hours away. We picked up the rest of our group who had gone the day before by train; at this point we were told we were 7 hours away from our camels. Many people bought snacks and drinks at a little shop nearby and we loaded back onto the buses (at this point the time had changed to 8 hours away). According to the itinerary that we were given we were going to stop at some cool historical places so we figured that’s why it was so long until we got to the camels. Our next stop was a stop for lunch that we found out while eating wasn’t included in the trip, while it wasn’t expensive it was a little annoying to find out we had to pay more money and I was glad I had plenty of extra money. We were told after lunch that our next stop was 3 ½ hours away (some people wanted to buy alcohol). So we kept chugging along crossing the Atlas Mountains and getting some beautiful Moroccan scenery pictures. We finally stopped and again were told 2 ½ to 3 hours until we got to our camels. Long story short it was 14 hours from actually leaving Casablanca to actually getting on the camels. We were supposed to ride the camels into the sunset in the Sahara desert but we didn’t get there until 8:00 at night and it was already dark. Personally I think we got a better deal because we got to ride by moonlight and see all the stars. We finally got to the camp and were given dinner (which was included) and then sat around a campfire and listened to our hosts play music on their drums and sing. It was really cool and I will never forget this trip. The next morning we had a wake up call at 5:45 to see the sun rise over the dunes. It was really pretty and I got some amazing pictures. We then ate breakfast and packed up our stuff. There weren’t enough camels for everyone to ride back to the buses at the same time so some of us waited until the camels had come back. I was in the group that went very last and we got the bonus deal because we got to ride the 4x4 about a quarter of the way and met the camels that were coming back for us. We then got on the buses for our incredibly long journey back. We made fewer stops and everyone made sure to be back on the buses in a timely manner the second day so it went much faster. I think it was about 8-9 hours to Marrakech and then we split up as a group. There was a fairly large group that wanted to stay there because there is a good night life and Marrakech is catered to tourists. Meanwhile there was another group (which I was a part of) that wanted to just get back to Casablanca and get on the ship. So we had about an hour of free time until the vans came and picked us up and we drove about 3 ½ hours to Casablanca. We even managed to convince the port authorities to allow our van to drive us all the way to the ship so we didn’t have to walk since it was later then the shuttles ran.
Day 4 was our last day in Morocco and Rachael and I decided to let ourselves sleep in for a little, we really didn’t have much planned we just wanted to walk around Casablanca a little and be back at the ship well before on-ship time. So we went out and happily found a shuttle right outside! We first walked to Rick’s Café (duh who wouldn’t?) and found out that it wasn’t open for another hour and a half so we walked back to the market area and looked in shops and for the first time bought something other than food. I bought a cute little camel that is made out of leather and a keychain that is the shape of the traditional Moroccan shoe but also it is the color of the flag and has the star on it. It also says Moroc on it which is how they write Morocco. My other purchase is puzzle box which you have to move different parts to get the key out then move some more parts to find the keyhole. Many people bought them (although from the people I have talked to I have gotten the best price so apparently I am good at haggling!) so I ended up getting one that seems really nice and it’s made with cedar wood so it smells really good! We got some really yummy ice cream and called that breakfast since we hadn’t eaten yet and then walked back to Rick’s Café. The food there was too expensive so we just got coke which was still fairly pricey. We then walked back to the ship and stopped at a snack shop and got more coke and orange juice which we wanted to take on the ship and a pistachio ice cream bar. We ate the ice cream while walking to the ship and when we got to the ship we found out we couldn’t take the drinks on-board even though they hadn’t been opened yet because they were twist caps instead of cans. So Rachael and I sat near the check-in point and drank it before officially getting on the ship. We then went and turned in our passports because we didn’t really plan on getting off the ship anymore. Instead we went and took naps and just hung out until dinner time when we ate our first real meal in 2 ½ days.
Today classes started again and everyone is walking around like drunken zombies, we have a lot of rocking and we are all exhausted. I have already had one class and I have another after lunch. We have 5 more days at sea and then we do this all over again in Ghana. At least we don’t have a time change coming up (maybe not at all I believe Ghana and Morocco are in the same time zone!!!), until the next update enjoy this incredibly long update on the last 4 days of my life.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Brutally honest and very excited Day 7&8
Quick note, this was supposed to be 2 different blog posts but the internet was giving me trouble yesterday so I couldn’t post it. So now you get yesterday’s and today’s in one incredibly long, emotional post. I could have skipped putting yesterday’s post in here but I think everyone needs to hear it, to understand what is going on here. So the first part is a lot rougher to read then the second (I promise the second part is better) so just stick with it.
Ok time for a vent session. This is way harder than I thought it would be. I figured I would get used to the class schedule, just like any other semester, as soon as you get into the swing of things then it’s easy. But there is no swing of things, every other day we change our clocks, every other day we lose an hour. I wish I could change my schedule so I wasn’t required to be up so early everyday but I can’t. I feel anti-social because I go to bed so early but I can’t even function on the amount of sleep I am getting and end up sleeping more during the day. Because of these naps I spend all my time awake reading assignments for my next class. I am so used to working ahead but right now I am just keeping up, and barely at that. I even read during meals to try and keep up and that keeps everyone else away. I never thought I would have an issue with seasickness and I don’t even know if I still am. I know my body has never tolerated breakfast, at least not early in the morning and now everything is so screwed up. I feel like crap most of the day and I can’t wait till we get to morocco just so that we can be in the same time zone for a few days. But I know that as soon as the ship sails again the same thing will happen. December 13th is still way far away in the future, and I know the seas are calm for us, which I am so grateful for, but I hear that the pacific is worse, and that is a 9 day trip with just a few hours in Hawaii and then 9 days to Costa Rica. On one hand I am happy that I didn’t consider all the time zone changes, I don’t know why I didn’t think of them so I could prepare myself mentally, but I am glad that I didn’t because I probably would have scared myself out of taking this trip. I want to make the lifelong friendships that come out of this program, I want to enjoy activities but right now I am so swamped with reading assignments that I have no idea how I will ever do anything, so far I have only gotten two of my classes reading assignments mostly done, we don’t get weekends, how will I ever catch up? But even though all this is going on I still don’t want to go home, I believe in this program, I know I can do this, I know I will never forget this trip. But I don’t want to just remember the good times; this voyage is about discovering things about yourself so I want to remember this so I can look back and reflect. I am starting to realize just what a range of emotions this voyage will bring out, and I am not sure if I am ready for that or not. But that doesn’t matter now because it is happening now, it will not wait for me to think I am ready. Even though most of this is being written out of shear frustration, I am still having fun, I am just having a hard day today. But what makes it harder is the fact that I can’t get away, unless I want to jump ship of course (and no that’s not happening, I know I will get through) I realize as I write this that many people will expect to hear all the great things, they expect to hear that I am doing fine. In reality I am still a person who can get upset at times, I get scared, and there are times I want to go home. Part of the reason I started this blog was so that everyone could travel the world with me, and that means the good and the bad. I know I usually try to put everything in a light mood, and that is generally how I feel but sometimes I don’t feel like finding the humor in every situating (don’t worry this doesn’t happen too often), and this is one of those times where I am just being brutally honest about how I am feeling right now about all this. This is only day 7 and I wonder how I am going to get through but I know that right now things can only get better. And that is what I am going for, looking for the bright side. Like the fact that it is a beautiful sunny day, and I get to do my homework looking out over the ocean, hoping to see dolphins playing in our wake again.
Tomorrow means Casablanca! I can’t wait, not only for being on land (and laughing at how we all walk) but for the trips I have planned. Tomorrow I will be going to the Hassan II Mosque in Casablanca; it is the 4th largest Mosque in the world. I am going there as a required trip for my Cultural Geography class and it will be my first introduction to Morocco. Then on the second day I will be leaving Casablanca and going out into the desert for a camel trek! I will get to spend the night in a desert camp with 90 of my closest friends (well by that point they may be my 90 closest friends), our camels, and of course the locals who live in the camp and are allowing us to come into their world. The following day I will be headed back to Casablanca, and will get to spend my fourth and final day with no plan as of yet. We have to be back on ship the 4th day and we leave that night headed for Ghana. Today has been much better then yesterday, I feel better, and we are entering into Mediterranean areas. The water is so pretty and there are very few waves today. I would say the water looks like purple Gatorade, but I am quite sure it doesn’t quite taste the same (although I haven’t actually tried it). The sun is scorching down on our ship so I might head out to the pool deck later to hang out there and maybe get some reading done, although so far from experience I end up watching the water and people far more then I actually get read. Fortunately I don’t have class tomorrow (NO CLASSES IN PORT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) so I don’t have anything pressing right now. Last night we had a cultural pre-port where we learned about the culture of Morocco, and attempted to learn some Arabic phrases, yeah didn’t go so well on the Arabic. Tonight we have the logistical pre-port where we learn about safety and when and where to meet if we have a SAS sponsored trip. I have one in Morocco, the Mosque. The camel trek we planned independently. I am hoping to find an internet café in Casablanca (someone mapped out the closest ones to port) and hopefully put some pictures up on facebook, I won’t guarantee anything yet so keep checking! I will definitely do a blog update at the end of Morocco, so check back in about 5 days to see if there is a new post!
Ok time for a vent session. This is way harder than I thought it would be. I figured I would get used to the class schedule, just like any other semester, as soon as you get into the swing of things then it’s easy. But there is no swing of things, every other day we change our clocks, every other day we lose an hour. I wish I could change my schedule so I wasn’t required to be up so early everyday but I can’t. I feel anti-social because I go to bed so early but I can’t even function on the amount of sleep I am getting and end up sleeping more during the day. Because of these naps I spend all my time awake reading assignments for my next class. I am so used to working ahead but right now I am just keeping up, and barely at that. I even read during meals to try and keep up and that keeps everyone else away. I never thought I would have an issue with seasickness and I don’t even know if I still am. I know my body has never tolerated breakfast, at least not early in the morning and now everything is so screwed up. I feel like crap most of the day and I can’t wait till we get to morocco just so that we can be in the same time zone for a few days. But I know that as soon as the ship sails again the same thing will happen. December 13th is still way far away in the future, and I know the seas are calm for us, which I am so grateful for, but I hear that the pacific is worse, and that is a 9 day trip with just a few hours in Hawaii and then 9 days to Costa Rica. On one hand I am happy that I didn’t consider all the time zone changes, I don’t know why I didn’t think of them so I could prepare myself mentally, but I am glad that I didn’t because I probably would have scared myself out of taking this trip. I want to make the lifelong friendships that come out of this program, I want to enjoy activities but right now I am so swamped with reading assignments that I have no idea how I will ever do anything, so far I have only gotten two of my classes reading assignments mostly done, we don’t get weekends, how will I ever catch up? But even though all this is going on I still don’t want to go home, I believe in this program, I know I can do this, I know I will never forget this trip. But I don’t want to just remember the good times; this voyage is about discovering things about yourself so I want to remember this so I can look back and reflect. I am starting to realize just what a range of emotions this voyage will bring out, and I am not sure if I am ready for that or not. But that doesn’t matter now because it is happening now, it will not wait for me to think I am ready. Even though most of this is being written out of shear frustration, I am still having fun, I am just having a hard day today. But what makes it harder is the fact that I can’t get away, unless I want to jump ship of course (and no that’s not happening, I know I will get through) I realize as I write this that many people will expect to hear all the great things, they expect to hear that I am doing fine. In reality I am still a person who can get upset at times, I get scared, and there are times I want to go home. Part of the reason I started this blog was so that everyone could travel the world with me, and that means the good and the bad. I know I usually try to put everything in a light mood, and that is generally how I feel but sometimes I don’t feel like finding the humor in every situating (don’t worry this doesn’t happen too often), and this is one of those times where I am just being brutally honest about how I am feeling right now about all this. This is only day 7 and I wonder how I am going to get through but I know that right now things can only get better. And that is what I am going for, looking for the bright side. Like the fact that it is a beautiful sunny day, and I get to do my homework looking out over the ocean, hoping to see dolphins playing in our wake again.
Tomorrow means Casablanca! I can’t wait, not only for being on land (and laughing at how we all walk) but for the trips I have planned. Tomorrow I will be going to the Hassan II Mosque in Casablanca; it is the 4th largest Mosque in the world. I am going there as a required trip for my Cultural Geography class and it will be my first introduction to Morocco. Then on the second day I will be leaving Casablanca and going out into the desert for a camel trek! I will get to spend the night in a desert camp with 90 of my closest friends (well by that point they may be my 90 closest friends), our camels, and of course the locals who live in the camp and are allowing us to come into their world. The following day I will be headed back to Casablanca, and will get to spend my fourth and final day with no plan as of yet. We have to be back on ship the 4th day and we leave that night headed for Ghana. Today has been much better then yesterday, I feel better, and we are entering into Mediterranean areas. The water is so pretty and there are very few waves today. I would say the water looks like purple Gatorade, but I am quite sure it doesn’t quite taste the same (although I haven’t actually tried it). The sun is scorching down on our ship so I might head out to the pool deck later to hang out there and maybe get some reading done, although so far from experience I end up watching the water and people far more then I actually get read. Fortunately I don’t have class tomorrow (NO CLASSES IN PORT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) so I don’t have anything pressing right now. Last night we had a cultural pre-port where we learned about the culture of Morocco, and attempted to learn some Arabic phrases, yeah didn’t go so well on the Arabic. Tonight we have the logistical pre-port where we learn about safety and when and where to meet if we have a SAS sponsored trip. I have one in Morocco, the Mosque. The camel trek we planned independently. I am hoping to find an internet café in Casablanca (someone mapped out the closest ones to port) and hopefully put some pictures up on facebook, I won’t guarantee anything yet so keep checking! I will definitely do a blog update at the end of Morocco, so check back in about 5 days to see if there is a new post!
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