Saturday, April 18, 2009

dogs, horses, trucks

This morning I am sitting with a little puppy at my side....... I just know this will end in tears. She was sitting outside the house last night and Mohamed took pity on her enough to let her sleep outside the front door wrapped in a blanket but I don't think he will be keen to keep her (the blanket was his idea). True enough the flat is not really big enough for a little dog as well as 5 cats. She was hungry and full of fleas and has a sore leg. We have fed her and sprayed her to deal with the fleas but I am not sure what is wrong with her leg. Little girl dogs get put out on the streets because no one wants the hassle of constant puppies. Update... little doggie has gone :(

Wednesday was our wedding anniversary. We went out horseriding for
the day at a new place that has opened just outside Taroudant. What a lovely day I had - and I think Mohamed enjoyed himself as well. The horses were Berber Arab stallions, very well looked after. I set out on a four year old chestnut called Aloueen - which means "God Help You" (yes I know - it put me off a bit as well but actually this is a common term used almost like a blessing in Morocco - the sort of thing you would say if someone walked past carrying a heavy bag or was about to start a major task). He had a beautiful trot and a nice smooth canter but was rather full of energy and shook his head a lot and tried to buck me off at one point when I was holding him back in canter. I didn't want to overtake Mohamed - as this was only his 2nd time riding.

Aloueen also at one point decided that a sandy part of the track was the perfect place to get down and roll! I thought at first he was just trying to grab a bite to eat - and was not at all ready for him to go down onto the ground. I managed to get my leg out of the stirrup and as I put one hand on the ground to try and get myself away from under him he realised that he had me on his back and had better get back up. Luckily I managed to hang on!

Lascen, our guide, made me swap with him so for the rest of the ride I was on Kalel - a very nice dark dapple grey. We rode through fields of ripe barley, along little tracks and dirt roads till we came to a small village at the start of the High Atlas and then turned back towards Taroudant. They do run overnight treks into the hills... a definite for a trip sometime - maybe when I have some horseriding visitors! You can see that although things are getting dry, there are still wild flowers growing along the tracks. It would have been truly lovely just after the rains earlier this year.

So I can just about sit down and walk normally again now.... I must try and get some more exercise this year.

We have a house full of visitors again... Mohamed's mother and two of his cousins. She had been staying with her brother for a week and the girls (one from her sister and one from her brother) came back with her to visit Aicha and have a look round Taroudant.

Things are just getting back to normal following a huge transport strike. Morocco has a really awful road safety record - in 2000 there were 10 fatalities a day from RTA - 1996 figures show that there were 20 deaths per 10000 vehicles compared with 1.5 in the UK. The figures have only gone up since 2000. So the new minister for transport is trying various means to improve the situation. He has tried education campaigns and is now looking at implementing stricter fines and sentences for people speeding or driving under the influence of alcohol (yes it does happen).

The problem with this is twofold (or is it threefold?).

Moroccans do not generally respect the LAW - there is a deeply ingrained belief that you only need to obey traffic law if there is a policeman watching. This is only reinforced by the corrupt and lazy police force. The increase in the level of fines just means that you have to pay more corruption to the police when you are caught... and so the average moroccan is at a big disadvantage.

Morocco is a poor country. Most people subsist on wages that allow them to keep a roof over their head and food in their family's mouths. People do not have the cash to buy anything other than the minimum daily requirements, the smallest packet of washing powder, single helpings of cheese or sachets of shampoo - they do not have extra money to buy in bulk never mind save for holidays etc.

As a country it gets by because fresh food is cheap. As a developing country it is trying to expand its export market and here the countryside is full of orange trees and polytunnels growing courgettes and aubergines, tomatoes, bananas etc etc. To be able to sell to the west, it needs to keep the price of production down.... so for example in order to keep the cost of oranges down, the factories pay trucks like ours to transport loads that are in fact twice the legal limit for loading (we carry 16 ton when we should only load 8!) If we carried less we would only get half the price and that would only cover fuel and driver costs and we would go out of business. So everyone overloads... and as you pass the frequent police stops you just hand over 10 or 20 or 30 dirham. With this new law we would have to pay 100 or 200 or 400 dirham just to keep on the road.... so no profit in the trip and the reason for the strike.

What is the answer? The factories should pay twice the price for the loads..... but then will Tesco and Asda continue to buy oranges from Morocco if the price goes up?

I said threefold but maybe I should have said fourfold or more .... the other elements are that most Moroccans have not passed a real driving test - pay the right level of corruption and you are guaranteed to pass. So the standard of driving is not high..... and then there is the fatalistic approach to life in general. Inshallah!

Monday, April 6, 2009

random



I have an ideas hamster in my head.  Now anyone who grew up with a hamster (or maybe a gerbil) in their bedroom will know exactly what I mean.  Your hamster gets up in the middle of the night and runs and runs on its treadmill.... not like a directionless drudge but actively working that wheel.... really getting somewhere.
 
Well that is how my ideas hamster is .... it works away at ideas until they either arrive as a good solid concept or the whole thing spins out of control (sometimes both).

just thought I would share that with you

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Babylon 5

I just remembered this old tv series the other day.  I used to really love it - Channel 4 Friday night I think.  It was sci-fi and started with "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times"  so guaranteed to pull me in.  Anyway apparently the world is full of Babylon 5 fans (I only know 2 - Rob and Stewart that's you) and the whole 5 series, tv movies, extras and the follow on series (Crusade) are all available for download.  My days now revolve around checking my torrents to see how the download is going.  Unfortunately not many other people are downloading so it is taking forever.  I don't think waiting is the best part!

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

April Showers

We had some wild weather at the weekend, thunder and lightening, rain and HAIL! As things were starting to get dry and yellow/red again it was nice to get some more rain for regreening .... back to sunshine again now though. We really do need wet springs every year - though I don't suppose the scandinavians who come here to escape winter would necessarily agree.

They have started harvesting the barley grown in the field at the back of our flat.... poor cats used to love running around in there hidden from sight. This early harvesting is one of the reasons why I keep getting confused about what month it is.... that is July and August activity not March/April.

So What is New

Well I realise that I forgot to say that my arabic classes have been cancelled. Well I had to abandon them because the French guy stopped coming and the cost would have gone from expensive to exorbitant.... I had a feeling that he might drop out but there was little I could do. It is a real shame as I was starting to make progress. I will keep trying to practice what I had learnt and maybe learn some new verbs and hope that either the mysterious 3rd person (who was supposed to start classes with us but didn't) shows up or we find another class.

Marmela is much better. The day after the vet came the abscess burst. I think Marmela got a bit of a fright when it happened and ran around so we had blood and pus all over the flat. However it is starting to heal over nicely now - though she still has a big scab it no longer takes up half her head.

The pictured cat is Smokey Robertson (yes well the vet's assistant was too young to realise that she had got the name wrong on the vaccination card) who recently moved in with my sister (Aberdeen). He is a lovely big fella and really does talk to you - though a limited vocabulary (so far) "Why?" was a favourite and I am pretty sure I heard "Allah".