If you were to ask me to describe Morocco, the first thing that would come to mind is "male-dominated." You would walk the streets of the Medina and constantly be catcalled. You were stared up and down, but would never dare to look back. You were told to never go anywhere without a boy.
I wish we, as TGS, could have changed the inequality between genders and the taboos set upon females, but were were told to just fit in with the culture. You couldn't wear tight pants, meaning no leggings. You couldn't wear shorts, even to exercise. You couldn't show more skin than your hands and face.
The little town to the north, Asilah, was worst of all. It was a beach town, but when you wen to the beach, there was not a single woman. Groups of boys would approach you, and the only thing you could do was act like some sort of victim of their culture and turn the other way.
Maybe I'll return to Morocco one day and be able to describe it as "female-dominated." One can only hope.
On the other hand, the donuts in the Media, the tea place in the Casbah, and the juice from Marrakech were delicious.
