The Marocco-story

 
 
Cees (Mr XX, Cannaplant)

There are growers and growers in this world.
Most of them are professional growers, a few have truly fallen in love with the plant. On the XX-file page you can read what I was doing there, but within the ranks of Moroccan growers real marihuana freaks are hard to find even though they have quite an old history of cannabis culture…

Moroccan marihuana culture hardly goes beyond sowing, harvesting and selling. The many fields and natural cross-fertilising in the Rif mountains ensure strong plants. Typically I hardly encountered any hermaphrodites, often indicating degeneration of a species.

 
Because I was married to a Moroccan woman, built a farm and lived there for almost five years, I have a lot of experience with Moroccan hash culture which I love to share with real marijuana freaks.
 
After I had been visiting Morocco for years on end to arrange my 'purchases', it was a weird experience to penetrate the misty Rif Mountains deeper and deeper in the select company of my fellow travellers. The ambience can be very spooky indeed in these mountains. No way back, I had decided to go and live there! The rented truck full of building material roared en shaked as if it really was tested to its limits. And that was exactly what was happening; at some stretches we only ascended at an alarming speed of 5 km/hour. But finally we arrived at Bab'Bebberet, where there was diesel and food for the last haul to Tamaroute Sahel, where we were to conquer the trails with our battered old truck. Halfway the 'path' to the piece of land of the family, things went wrong. The driver refused to go any further.
My uncle Abd Ali with son and two daughters; these are real Rif people.
 
We worked our asses off moving all the building materials on horseback to the construction site. Fortunately the reception by my wives uncle (whom I knew for a year already) was very warm en spontaneous. After a fat joint we decided that all of the family would help to move the goods to the construction site. 'Dear' uncle did nothing but yelling orders, drinking tea, smoking dope and generally bullying the others!? Later on I learned that such behaviour is quite normal for Moroccan men, as it is in kif culture. Women do all the physical labour, except for the sieving!
End of march: a valley in the Riff mountains.
The male plants already have been pulled.
 
For them it wouldn't make any difference whether they would grow for example corn. Kif means work, kif means money, kif is just an agricultural product. The Rif is an area that develops very slowly. These farmers are pretty hard nosed! Often they've had conflicts with the ruling regimes, because they would not accept any power from outside the Rif area. They have NEVER been occupied! Not by the French, not by the Spanish, never! They sat on top of their mountains and said: go ahead, come on up!! Hahhah, that was difficult, nobody managed to get these mountain people away or even under their thumb. And up till now this has never happened!

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