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Rabat

Vaibhav Annam
Day 11 (Rabat)Somebody recommended that I head to Rabat for a day. And as Casablanca is anyways not very touristy, I went to Rabat for a day trip. Frequent trains run between these cities (journey takes an hour). The capital city is very fascinating. It has the famous Hassan Tower, Mausoleum of Mohammed V and the Kasbah of the Udayas. This Kasbah is one of the nicest I have seen in Morocco.
Arpita Banerjee
There are mainly 4 major cities of Morocco, Rabat, Casablanca, Tangier and Marrakech. These four cities are the hub of tourists, business and night life. Rabat, being the capital, has beautiful places to visit such as the Hassan towers. It is a mosque which has been left unfinished. If you visit the mosque in the evening, it is surrounded by water fountains and families come there for a stroll. The flooring is also made out of marble so in the evening it cools down. One of the other beautiful places to visit is the Mausoleum of Mohammed V. The mausoleum is always guarded no matter what time of the day, the place is beautifully crafted with traditional designs. The tourists are not allowed to see the tomb closely, there is an arena from which you can see the tomb. The tourists only get the top view of it. There is a door near the tomb but it is only accessible to the royal family. There is a local market known as, Medina. It is a gigantic market, whatever one needs, one will get it there. One will get beautiful souvenirs, spices, and many other things. It is a must visit for shopping purposes.
Neel Joshi
#SwipeRightToTravelI was in Morocco for a month, volunteering for an organisation called Rotaract. I also got the chance to explore the colourful place, and got to learn about their culture, which is a charismatic confluence of spanish, arabic and african cultures.Travelling through the cascading blue waterfall of Akchour, the majestic desert of Sahara in Merzouga, the snow capped mountains of Efran, the blue city of Chefchaouen, or the black beach escape of Essouira, Morocco has everything a traveller is looking for.During my travels there, I once stayed in a hostel in the Medina of Rabat. The Medina is basically the old city, or the market, and every big city in Morocco has its own Medina. That was where I met John. John Rocher Sorriano, 19 years old (same as myself) was a Spanish computer science student who was backpacking alone through morocco for 2 weeks. Our shared love of travel, drones and books got us talking, and soon, we were sitting at the rooftop, drinking Moroccan mint tea, and talking about life. We talked about politics and trump and science and travel and hobbies and jokes and love. He shared his stories of using Tinder to meet his current 3 year long girlfriend. I told him about my ex girlfriend. He told me all about his travels in morocco, and we talked about how travelling broadens your horizons. We talked about books so much. Meeting a person from a different continent, who had found pleasure in the same books you did, is a truly poetic moment. We laughed together till we couldn't stop, and he talked and I listened and I talked and he listened. It didn't matter we came from, but where we were. Our countries don't define us, our actions do. I was not an Indian, and he was not Spanish. We were just two guys hanging out. It was for one fleeting moment in time that we forgot their past and were engrossed in the moment, enjoying the warmth of the tea in the cold night.The next morning, we decided to go surfing. The hostel provided surfing lessons, and it was the first time for both of us. Waddling through the water, following the instructions, getting our stance right, it was difficult, yet amazing. Being our first time, just standing on the surf board was a big thing, and at the end of two hours, we finally nailed it. It was exhilarating. We clicked some photos after that, and he then had to go to Meknes, another city. We exchanged numbers, facebook, but we both knew, in our hearts that this was most probably the last time we were gonna see each other. His thoughts on religion and science had made me think. We'd shared pristine moments when we were learning to surf together. It was goodbye after all. It wasn't like crying and sentimental, it was two mature adults realising that not all things are meant to last forever. We understood each other. And that made it even better.One of the hardest parts of travel is knowing that you're gonna meet people who're gonna influence you in ways you've never imagined, and then you're never gonna see them again for the rest of your life. My father had once said to me, "Some friends last for a lifetime, and some friends last for a season, and that's okay." John was there for just 2 days, but it is an injustice to the experience if I try to put into words the simple yet defining moments we shared.
Nikki Pitts
Our next stop was Rabat, a two and a half hour drive from Casablanca. This capital city of Morocco was however only a 30 minutes stopover with a strict schedule, which included the visit to the Mohammed V Mausoleum.