Our friend met us in Oujda and we all rode the bus back to her village named Tendrara. It is located on the eastern side of Maroc about three hours south of Oujda.
The road was fine but the bus was another matter. I had read that often the locals get sick riding a bus because they are not use to riding. I think perhaps the sickness is due to busses not having adequate shocks! That was our experience today. In our bus, the open road was like sailing in a category 6 sea. Happy to say that we made it without embarrassing ourselves.
At a rest stop a brave old man wanted to practice his English since my Arabic is NOT! He was a retired teacher of Arabic. He was very impressed with our friends Arabic accent. During our conversation he spoke well of many of the key leaders of WW II. It was interesting that he thought my hometown hero, Mr. Truman, was foolish for bombing the Japanese.
After he discovered that I spoke some German, he asked me what I thought of Hitler, . My reply was that Hitler was a bad man. His response was, "no, no, he was foolish." I am well aware that during the WW II Northern Africa viewed Germany as the liberator from the English and French.
How you describe the elephant depends on what part you grab!
About Me
- Mardow
- “The journey home is never a direct route; it is, in fact, always circuitous, and somewhere along the way, we discover that the journey is more significant than the destination.”—Paul Brenner (Nelson DeMille’s book, Up Country)
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