A country of contrasts..

From the taxi drive from Casablanca Airport there were early signs of a very different country. Beaten up old Mercedes taxis like the one we were in, to flash Jaguars, VW's etc. when we stopped at traffic lights there were beggars approaching the cars. Whilst our hotel for the first night was a flash boutique hotel, the streets around are pretty grotty.
At the train station today, Casablanca Voyagers, we were immediately approached by a beggar.
As we travelled the two hours to Meknes we saw rubbish pickers around the railway tracks and near tower blocks and shacks, often festooned with satellite dishes.
Just arrived, and met our hosts, Mouna who will teach Vivienne the finer points of Moroccan cookery, and Simon, who has played at Womadelaide, and will entertain us on New Years Eve