“Looking at the world
Through the sunset in your eyes
Trying to make the train
Through clear Moroccan skies”
~Crosby Stills Nash, Marrakech Express
I’ll have to admit that this is a delayed post. My weekends away from school have left me swamped with essays, tests, and books to read. I am glad to say that I think my cold is finally waning, and as of today, I have cleared all my “short” 8 page essays that are due this week. Hallellllllujah!
However, I could never forget to post about my time in Marrakech. It was actually our first destination of my week on the road. We had originally planned to leave the campus at midnight, but we learned just ten minutes before that our driver would be 4 hours late. What are you gonna do, right? Some of my traveling friends had the idea to stay awake until four and then just sleep on the long 8-hour ride from Ifrane to Marrakech. All’s well, yeah? No. This is the actual moment where I promised myself to never try and sleep in a car traveling on Moroccan roads again.
We arrived just around three in the afternoon. Our “hotel” that we were staying at was actually more like a resort. It had high walls around the perimeter. Inside the walls were our bungalows, palm trees, two beautiful pools, and peacocks roaming the grounds. (That night, I swam in the pool under the moonlight with the silhouette of the palm trees all around. It was a surreal moment for me.) We had just enough time to freshen up and put our bags down before we had to leave to make our reservations for lunch. We ended up meeting some Moroccan friends of our friends to take us through the maze-like old medina to find our rooftop location.
I ended up having just a fruit salad. I was still a little car sick and was in no mood for a big meal. It was 40 DHS (4 USD), which was actually expensive. Typically you can find a full meal for 30 DHS.
After lunch, we had free time to explore the streets and shops of the old medina. Every medina brings new adventures and new sights. I mostly window shopped in an effort to stop buying items on my “want” list. We met up with everyone at Café France around 20h30 that night. I sat on the rooftop and enjoyed an ice cold coca-cola while enjoying the hustle and bustle below.
Our two days in Marrakech weren’t consecutive. So it was our first and our last stop on the trip. I want to include some magical moments from the in-between spots (excluding the Sahara. There’s a whole other post about that.)
We stayed in a place called Gorge de Dadès. The hotel wasn’t anything special, but the location was amazing. It was roadside in-between two cliffs with a booming river just on the other side of the road. My bed was right next to the balcony, so I left the door open all night to hear the rushing river while I slept.
After leaving this hotel in the morning, we stopped at Monkey Finger Hills (English translation, of course).
Our next stop was in a town called Ouarzazate, where we hiked through some beautiful gardens. We learned that the entire valley is gardening space shared by several nomad families. The division of the gardens is marked by which ways the rows are tilled. Ouarzazate is also a popular destination for filming. MIA, for example, shot one of her music videos here. So is U2’s music video for Magnificant. It’s an appropriate title for this area of Morocco.
We were actually in the village on Eid, so my friends and I were very thankful to the families that allowed us in their homes and served us the famous, delicious Moroccan Tea. We went inside the home of a half nomad family that was living in the valley. They taught us about their lifestyle and demonstrated how to make the always beautiful Moroccan carpets.
This was also the location where I purchased the scarf that I wore in the desert. It was hand made in-house–possibly even from this woman pictured. It was 80 DHS and worth every cent. I will wear it back in the states and smile with all the memories it holds for me.
My second day in Marrakech started later than I would have liked. I was miserable in bed for most of the morning with the worst cold. That was the peak of my misery… (I’m not dramatic, right? ;p )
We arrived in the medina around 2 to find lunch. There are literally hundreds of places to eat. So many so that they don’t all have names. Instead, they have numbers. You walk past and they all try to get you to eat there. They are really good at getting your attention too. I was called “muscles,” “handsome,” and my favorite “Hey Vinn Diesel! Ready to eat?” After you politely tell them you’ve already had something to eat, they look at your stomach and say “where, it doesn’t look like you eat.” Then they will tell you their restaurant number and say “See you tomorrow then!” HAHA! It was really nice for me to practice my quick response French, though. So, I enjoyed the attention anyway.
One of the many pleasures of medina in Marrakech is the freshly squeezed juices. You can buy freshly squeezed orange juice for 4 DHS–40 cents. Me, I prefer pomplamoose juice (grapefruit). It ended up costing me 10 DHS–1 dollar. I may or may not have bought more than one or three. Maybe… (;
During the day in the big square that I have a picture of up above, there are many, many snake charmers who aren’t shy about putting a snake around you. I caught a glimpse of one King Cobra and STEERED CLEAR OF THE AREA FOR THE REST OF THE DAY. It only takes one mishap and those bad boys will be all over. haha. I’m mostly being facetious. If you like snakes, go for it. More power to you. You will not, however, find me hugging ’em.
Just a quick note. I have been inspired by a friend back home and want to share it with my readers. Always be ferocious in fighting for your dreams and what you believe in. Stand tall for rights and never let anyone tell you can’t stand up for what you believe in.
With much love,