Since when we arrived to Morocco I had the strange feeling I of not having any idea of what time really was.
Normally I relay on the automatic tuning made by my phone on the local time zone.
Unfortunately, about a month ago, the king of Morocco decided to not change the time back to the winter time.
People were arriving either one hour early or one hour later, depending on what did you understand about the time changed 🙂
The first day, thinking it was 6pm we were about to go for a stroll in the nearby town, when one guy of the surf camp stopped us saying that it was actually 19 and soon dinner was served.
After that I just kept calculating the time by adding one hour (or it was subtracting? Can’t remember), and I kind get used to it.
Until today.
This morning the king of Morocco announced at the radio (at 3am in the morning) that time was going to change to winter time.
Everybody manages to get up one hour later and only who had the right time, arrived in late.
Now I tend to avoid taking about time. And is pretty cool.
Thinking and inspiration 