Memories of Morocco

Back in October 2015 I went over to Morocco for a week in hunt of some sun and new experiences. I went on a busabout tour from Marrakech over to the Sahara and back again – lots of driving but more than worth it.

There were some initial hiccups/language barriers in finding my ride from the airport but eventually I made it to my hotel. At 9am the next day, we were off – 8 of us in a minibus with our driver Mohamed and guide Mustapha.

We left Marrakech immediately, passing a paradox of donkey carts alongside beeping cars and motorbikes driving down roads of orange clay buildings and palm trees. Outside of the city was a horizon of shadowy mountains which we headed straight for. We stopped at various places along the way to take photos and at a souk that runs weekly in the mountains with huge carts of fruit and sacks of grain, and in the afternoon went for a walk through a palm tree plantation.

The next morning we visited Todra Gorge, a canyon in the Atlas Mountains. We spent a few hours there, I did some rock climbing then we were off again to a village with a carpet cooperative. Morocco is famous for its carpets and this particular shop was set up to give widows an income. They gave us mint tea, explained the process of making the carpets including the traditional dyes they use (poppy for red, thyme for green, kohl for black etc) then brought out several of the carpets for us to look through.

We passed several groups of Berber nomads on our journey, travelling with sheep or goats or camels. When the French ruled Morocco they had many clashes with the nomads, before a treaty was finally signed. There are still conflicts in the desert around the Algerian border, and we passed several hills where the phrase “the desert is ours” had been written in Arabic in stones.

The next day we reached the Sahara. The roads got rougher and long before the sand appeared, the ground had transformed into rolling hills of reflective black stone, with patches of salt shining in the sunlight. Any sign of civilisation was marked by clumps of green in the distance. When we were close enough to see sand there were walls palm tree branches to keep it off the roads. We went inside some ancient wells that were like giant ant hills, but long since dried up, and eventually the orange dunes were visible in the distance.

We rode camels into the dunes – which is a far less comfortable experience than you might expect. Even in the sand small bushes still grow. The shadows of the camels stretched far out across the slopes as the sun lowered in the sky. We made it to the traditional camp inside the dunes and tried some sandboarding, then from nowhere a kitten came up the hill to join us. When the sun set we had dinner and listened to some traditional drumming around a bonfire, then it was time to sleep under the Milky Way and watch out for shooting stars.

In the morning we were awake early enough to watch the sunrise from the camels, then we started out loop back. It was a long day of driving to reach Ouarzazate (prounced war-za-zat), which is a popular movie set location. It was too late to do anything other then go on a short trip to the high street to look around some shops, but we got a gorgeous sunset that evening while eating the usual dinner of tagine.

The next day we went quad-biking around some of the old film sets then continued back north to Aït-Benhaddou, which is a fortified village along the old Saharan caravan route (and also a UNESCO world heritage site). It’s another popular filming location and has been used in Gladiator, The Mummy and Game of Thrones, among many others.

Finally, back to Marrakech. We had a tour around the inner city (which was definitely needed, the place is a maze!) then explored the medina to do some souvenir shopping (bartering required), visited a few old buildings and spent an hour or so in a hammam (Moroccan spa). In the evening we had our final dinner as a group in the central Djemaa el Fna square, which comes alive at night with pop up restaurants.

The next morning was my last day in Morocco. I went back to the inner city with one of the other people who’d been on my tour and we set out in search of the royal palace (which was closed), Kasbah mosque (which we couldn’t go inside) and the Marrakech Museum (by which point we had run out of time). Despite all of this and getting lost in the medina again, it was a great morning of wandering around, finding new streets and an excellent lunch of last tagine at a restaurant we came across by chance. For the rest of the day I read a book by the pool in the hotel, before travelling back to the airport to fly home.

It was a whirlwind of a week – so much was packed in it felt like I’d been there for two. Although as a tourist on an organised tour you’re never going to get a full picture, being in a small group and having a local guide helps enormously. I got a snapshot of a place so very different to what I’m used to, and I have every intention of returning to Morocco. In the north in particular there are so many places I didn’t get to see – Casablanca, Fes, Tangier, and especially the blue town of Chefchaouen.

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