When riding a grand taxi today between cities I turned to my friend and said, “Any one who comes and visits me, I will tell them, ‘when riding by grand taxi, prepare your soul for its final journey, just incase.’”
Transportation, when not on foot or by bus, is largely based on the grand taxi system. Grand taxis, if the reader is unaware, are 1980s Mercdies-Benze with a driver, six passengers and no seatbelts. It is impressive how normal hurling along a rutted road at 40 KPH over the speed limit toward on coming traffic in a dying Mercedies with no shocks and a stranger sitting half on your lap can become. But it doesn’t start out that way. Which is why getting from point A to point B is one of the more harrowing experiences a visitor to Morocco can have.
More over the process of getting a grand taxi is not smooth as cream. These miracles of maintenance only move when here are six fair paying passengers, which means unless you are willing to pay for your seat plus five more, you aren’t going anywhere unless five other strangers want to go there too.
Suffice to say, ‘Mom, Dad, I have a new appreciation of the 1983 Nissan maxima you let me drive.’