So last week I was at the Fifteenth Annual Maghrebi Area Studies Symposium, which is a fancy name for a conference where all the Fulbright people show up and give a presentation about their research. It was held at the Tour Hassan hotel, which, if I become a billionaire some day, I might be able to consider thinking about staying in. It’s that fancy.
Anyway, since there were few engineers in the audience, I had to kind of gloss over some of the technical details. This led to a lot of people laughing very hard. Fact: I can make science fun! There are at least 30 more people in the world now who, if ever asked, know that the correct response to “what kind of electron is your favorite” is “backscatter.”
Anyway, the last day of the thing, a guy leans over to me and says “pretty sad, huh. This is the last time we’ll all be together like this.” I hadn’t thought of it that way. It was sort of a downer. On the other hand, since the thing I’ve talked to a bunch of the crew, so poo poo to the guy that said that. Feh!
Oh, and on the first night of the thing we went to a sort of a get together. On the way back (around 11pm), two policemen on motorcycles stopped us and asked what we were doing. There were four of us, and we said we were looking for a cab back to the hotel. He said only three of us would fit in a cab, but he’d give the fourth (a young lady) a ride home. And wheee! she was off. She says it was a fun ride.
Morocco is awesome. Policemen give young ladies motorcycle rides late at night with no funny business? Dude. Sweet.