On the sandy beach, I found myself mounted on a camel, hanging onto the metal bars provided with the saddle. The camel strolled from side to side just two feet after the other two yet I felt like I was about to fall off.
Maybe I shouldn’t have worn a dress in the first place…
While the dress code is more conservative than most Western Countries, Morocco seems to be more liberal than most North African and Middle Eastern countries.
Most of the local men wore jeans while others wore long tunic garbs. Some women wore headscarfs and long tunic robes as well at least when walking in the streets. The club is another story.
For the first day there, I wore a long, flowery dress and donned a pink scarf that I occasionally used to cover my head.
The following day in the city of Chefchaouen, I wore this Thai traditional skirt and just a matching tee shirt.
On the last day, I wore a traditional Moroccan outfit long tunic, short sleeves. It was still surprising warm. 🙂
Lastly, as for the camel situation, thankfully since I’ve ridden horses, I made it just fine through the ride and I would definitely ride a camel again – perhaps in the desert!