Last weekend I skied in Africa. Never thought I would be able to say that. I guess they can take the girl out of Colorado but can’t take the skiing addiction/mountain out of the girl.
I talked about my crazing skiing experience which included riding a horse to the top of the mountain, among other things, in my Dickinsonian column this week:
For the last few weeks, Moroccans have been glued to current events in Egypt. Everywhere I go there is a television turned to Al Jazeera or another Arab station with up to date coverage on Egypt and the status of the State.
From what I heard things were pretty calm in Rabat last weekend when Hosni Mubarak finally stepped down in Egypt. There were demonstrators in the street showing their support for the Egyptian people and all they have been through, but nothing too outrageous or out of the ordinary transpired in Rabat.
So why did I travel last weekend and not camp out near the Parliament building at the center of the city when all this was happening? While Morocco is considered a neighboring country to Egypt and there were Moroccans advocating for the removal of Mubarak, the political situation in Egypt is widely perceived here as distinctly separate from Morocco.
People, Western media especially, have been offhandedly wondering whether political events from Tunisia and Egypt will incite a reaction in Morocco. But if you walk around the streets of Rabat, watch the news here and talk to locals, you will probably find that while there is a fascination with current events in Egypt, Moroccans will be the first to tell you how different their situation is from that of the Egyptians. They will tell you that for starters Morocco does not have a president who has dominated elected office for around thirty years and blocked out all opposition. Furthermore, the religious features of the Moroccan monarchy demand an extremely different approach for examining the Moroccan state.
Consequently, I skipped town last weekend to travel to the Switzerland of Morocco on a Warren Miller-esque ski adventure. Mischliffen, a ski resort bordering the Middle Atlas town of Ifrane, has been boasted (both in my guide book and by Moroccan friends) as the second best ski spot in the country after Oukeimden near Marrakesh. I had been told that the town of Ifrane itself was worth visiting because of its fresh mountain air and scenic views. In addition, I am from Colorado and have been having major ski season withdrawl. With all this in mind, I decided that I had to take a ski trip up north when I heard about this small ski resort in the Middle Atlas Mountains of Morocco.
Well, when I got to the famed “second biggest ski mountain in the country” it turned out that there were only three runs, two ski lifts of which neither were operating, and I had to summit the mountain via hiking and horseback riding on horses dressed up in regal Moroccan outfits. Not to mention there were Barbary apes on the mountain, and the only ski gear that I could rent was circa 1986. The snow was awful. There were rocks and branches everywhere and at one point I think I was just skiing on rocks with frost. Additionally, turning was impossible and every time I tried I would either jam into a rock or get stuck and fall.
However, as disastrous and dangerous as this little ski weekend was, I enjoyed every moment of it. I was reminded that I will put myself through crazy ridiculous situations if it means I get to go skiing. Morocco is not really known for skiing, and now I can attest to the reason for that. Yet many people have been surprised or even shocked that there is skiing in Morocco, including even current study abroad classmates of mine. In fact, especially for its size, Morocco has some of the most dynamic types of terrain in a single country that I have come across. Any chance I get, I will tell people how this country has every setting you could need: gorgeous beaches (Atlantic and Mediterranean coasts), desert, rolling hills in the countryside filled with olive trees and vineyards, gorges, lagoons, fresh water and mountains!
When people first hear Morocco, they often automatically envision camels, desert, sun and turbans. While there are parts of Morocco where all these things are present and maybe I was guilty of seeing this picture too, I cannot emphasize enough now that I am here how different places can look when they are close up—something worth keeping in mind when it comes to both terrain and landscapes and, of course, the politics in a place.
Click here to read the column on the Dickinsonian website