This is probably the most important and most ambiguous concept when you travel: Safety.
Everyone understands the general concept: keep your things safe, avoid looking like a lost tourist, be careful when it’s dark. My problem is this: sometimes there is very thin line between legitimate safety advices and concerns and racism and prejudice. Let me explain. Continue reading
Trigger warning, this includes content about street harassment (and some swear words).
First, I have to admit I am no expert on travelling solo, and hopefully I’ll write more positive pieces on this as it goes. Until now, most of my travelling has been with a partner. Still, for many reasons, we ended up going to different places on a few occasions, leaving me to spend a month in Turkey by myself, travel in France solo and have the odd days by myself in Morocco. It was during one of those moments that it happened.
Before we got to Morocco, I was a bit nervous. The first hitchhike in a new country is always more stressful as everything is unknown; you need to break the ice. It didn’t take long to get over that fear. With an average waiting time of less than 5 minutes, often ranging between 5 and 30 seconds, Morocco is, by far, the best country I’ve hitchhiked in so far. Not only do people stop, but they will stop anywhere. I mean, anywhere.