Showing posts with label Morocco. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Morocco. Show all posts

24 January 2011

Thoughts on Economics: Coke Index & the free market

Perhaps living in the city of Adam Smith, who wrote the Wealth of Nations in 1776, the year my forefathers signed their names to a declaration to King George III declaring their intentions to sever ties with the colonizing power, has sparked an interest in economics and the interaction with law. Prior to Christmas 2010 I was in Marrakesh, Morocco and met four students from Malaysia, who, were finishing their degrees in London, respectfully in medicine, economics and international trade. Our conversation on a train ride to Rabat sparked my interest in the Coke Index, which was promulgated in the affirmative by two of the four. First, I will explain the index and then contemplate UK tax law with a comparison to the health care. This latter point was prompted by recent discussions with fellow course mates about the Republicans in the US House of Representatives voting last week to repeal “Obamacare” (US National Health Care Act (H.R. 676)), which is the American version of socialized medicine, signed into law by President Obama in 2010 and set to take effect in 2014.

The Coke Index is a variation of PPP (purchasing power parity), an economic theory of long term equilibrium exchange rates is based on the relative price levels in two different countries. The theory has an absolute and a relative model. In the former, the purchasing power of different currencies is equalized for a given good. Whereas the latter is the difference between the prices, in say a can of Coke, between country A and B. The difference in the inflation rates will be more or less equal to the percentage of appreciation or depreciation in the exchange rate. The Coke Index can therefore give you an on-the-ground indication of the “real exchange rate”, because you know that a can of Coke costs $0.50 in Denver and 5dirhams in Marrakesh. According to XE.com the exchange rate is $1.00 = 0.12149 Moroccan dirham, so the “real exchange rate” is actually a little worse than quoted, as the can of Coke actually cost $0.61. Where the Coke Index breaks-down and becomes subject to volatility is in the arena of non-traded goods and services, in other words, I could have purchased a haircut for the same value as a can of Coke or hired a driver for a similar price. The Economist popularized the “Big Mac Index”, which I personally reject as the magazine is a bit too pretentious and arrogant for my tastes, though it is the exact same principle. Both the Coke and Big Mac Index are criticised in developing countries because those two goods are seen as luxury items. Coke is less so, as it is found even in the most rural of regions – according to Jessica Stern’s book, Terror in the Name of God, members of al-Qaida and the Taliban always served Coke as an aperitif. All this said, a 1,5 litre bottle of water in Marrakesh cost me the equivalent of £0.04 – a bit shocking since a similar bottle would cost between £0.34 and £0.65 in Edinburgh! I still drank a lot of Coke, because a medical doctor (single & female) I befriended said Coke kills any bugs which might have been on the Moroccan food – good advice – I didn’t get sick!

In regards to tax law in the UK, I have been reaking Tolley's Yellow Tax Handbook 2010-11 and Revenue Law: Principles and Practice. These books, along with lectures indicate the UK-US comparison is actually not that much differnt as far as revenue collected per capita, The US still has over-all lower taxes, but not by as great a differnce as existed in the 1980s. The textbook authors seem to insinuate Americans perceive themselves as paying fewer taxes and receiving fewer benefits, though the lecturer of the course commented that Americans contribute slightly less (when considering federal and state income tax, plus sales tax and property taxes), but receive tremendously fewer benefits. I almost stood up and said, “I’d gladly pay minimal taxes and receive limited equivalents.” Though I can tell my Republican ideology doesn’t exactly flow with the average Brit. The largest tax increase in American history was signed into law by President Obama in 2010 - the National Health Care Act - which binds all citizens into a single federal scheme (in my opinion usurping the concept of dual-federalism and the autonomy of the states) Europeans love the concept of 'free health care' (though if they thought about it, they are paying for it and even if it is less than most American insurance plans, the quality of service, expertise and facilities are considerably behind the US). Take all the factor which create value and Americans have BMW plans compared (using the auto analogy) Vespas in the UK. Cost wise, there should be a more affordable plan, but it should also carry a linear equivalence as far as value. I wouldn’t expect to buy a real BMW at a Vespa price, nor would I suspect the showrooms look similar. Yet both should take me from point A to B. I also dared to say that the free market should guide these prices and services, not the government – I was called a few cute and short names for what seem to be rather reasonable ideas. Much of my reasoning comes from observing how my fellow law students act at an “open-bar”, as opposed to a “cash-bar”. They’re sloshed in the former instance and reasonable in the latter (mind you, they’re British, students and in the faculty of law – all of which have high drinking propensities).

04 January 2011

Adventures in Morocco: Marrakesh, Atlas Mountains & Rabat

The December 2010 exam diet concluded and on 18th I was sitting on a plane bound for Marrakesh, Morocco. Not knowing what Morocco would be like I planned on staying five nights with the idea that it would give me a taste for the country without be committed for staying a vast duration. My budget was that of a shoe string, as this is my last year of law school at the University of Edinburgh. Morocco was a pleasant surprise and I definitely would enjoy going back and seeing more of country.

When travelling I tend to meet a lot of fascinating and interesting folks along the way. For example, at my hostel in Marrakesh I met four university students from Malaysia who are studying in England. For three days we travelled together and they were interested in many of the same things I am interested in - art, history, culture, economy, law, politics, current events, photography and of course travel and adventure ;-) We went hiking for a couple days in the Atlas Mountains and then rode the train to Rabat, the capital of Morocco, which was a four hour ride each way, thus giving us the opportunity to get to know each other. Two of the four were in their last year of Medical School and the other two were studying Economics and International Trade. Though the day we were walking through the main square in the Medina of Marrakesh a man walked up to me and before I understood what he was saying, he had placed a cobra around my neck. I was scared to death almost and was willing to pay whatever he wanted to take it away, as I am not a snake kind of guy. Realizing the photographic potential my newly made friends though I should pose for a bit so they could take my photo. I think I redefined the meaning of a fake smile and in retrospect - I survived! That is definitely the new method for highway robbery.

In the mountains we first hiked to some famous waterfalls, then into a little Berber village known for growing spices, from there we continued our trek to another village where the group of seven of us (we also had two American teachers from Spain who were our age and very funny, as they were more stereotypical of my home country than I am) had lunch at a cafe along a river in a mountain valley - it was very beautiful, I tried to capture the scene in photos, but sadly much of the beauty could only be appreciated by being there. From there we continued our journey on camel back for perhaps 7-10 km, to the place where we were meeting a bus to head back to the city. It was funny how in the middle of no where a guy would pop over a rugged hill and sell you a Coke or a bottle of water! According to friends who have travel through the Sahara, it is the same even deeper into the desert. The next day we got up prior to day break and rode the train from Marrakesh to Casablanca and Rabat. In the latter we walked on the shores of the Mediterranean and spent several hours at a former palace of Roman and Arab rulers, which included Roman graves, hanging gardens, old Mosque remains, and grand ruins of generations gone-by. We walked near one of the royal palaces, but the police, secret police, and King's police become very nervous when individuals with cameras walk past, we were specifically told by one in English that it is an offence to photograph the King's palace. Casablanca wasn't very exciting, it was cool to see, as the movie of the same name invokes specific thoughts, but it reality the city in more industrial, than exotic. I would describe Casablanca as being similar to Glasgow and Marrakesh/Rabat as being similar to Edinburgh and then the Atlas Mountains would be Morocco's version of the Scottish Highlands.

The last day in Morocco I spent in Marrakesh, touring the history museum, visiting the ancient university, and buying some tea in the Souqs. I also went to a hamam, a bath house which is very Moroccan. It is a small steamy room and guys wash each other, then scrub each other with a black mud. Feeling already miles outside my comfort zone and having to rely on my basic French greetings to get by, I then realized the towel with my locker key safety pinned to it was gone. Sheer panic set in and I realized the worst of my situation, basic French greetings cannot be manipulated to explain that the towel with my key much have been picked up by mistake! Through hand signals I managed, though it felt more like a weird version of exposed charades. The proprietor of the hamam told me how terrible he felt and that he had asked that I should have a massage while they looked. If only the person had known English, I'm sure I would have been told, "You are very tense people..." The key was found and I could return to the streets fully clothed! That evening I walked around the Medina and took some fantastic photos of the setting sun and of the Mosque and the narrow streets. Morocco was an incredible adventure and I hope to go back and spend a lot longer, perhaps more time in the Atlas Mountains or along the coasts of the Mediterranean.