MOROCCO: Little & Lasting

This girl’s travel took her to Morocco this time around and I really enjoyed myself. It was hot, but to be honest after the heatwave in Malta, this was actually not that bad. It was very hot, but still bearable and leaving London on a rainy week, made it that more welcome.

Marrakesh, I didn’t really know what to expect, but I was pleasantly surprised. The airport is lovely, airport transfer was well organized; you don’t get bombarded by drivers trying to get you in their cars as soon as you get out. The Riad where I was staying was the cutest little place with very kind and helpful staff. The room had a nice double bed, moroccan style bathroom and as a bonus I got the rooftop and small pool almost all to myself. They also have a hamam, indoor cook and make booking arrangements for travel and tours, so all in all I was pretty set for my trip.

 

Didn’t do much the first day, was all about getting some sleep, eating well, and getting used to the surroundings. I started my second day with a nice moroccan breakfast, Msmen tastes even better when you’re having it in Morocco with some nice honey and Moroccan mint tea, I’m telling ya. Early morning breakfast, means early morning trip. I spent the day in Essaouira enjoying the sea breeze, sea food and good life. It’s such a lovely and easy going town with some historical sights to explore.

My favorite part of my break in Morocco was traveling through the High Atlas Mountains, visiting Ait-Ben-Haddou, the historical traditional Mud Brick city (on the UNESCO World Heritage List), stopping in small towns, and spending two days in the desert. Sleeping outside and in tents and experiencing the beautiful silence of your surroundings, nature and the beautiful sky. I had never seen shooting stars in my life, and this was absolutely amazing.

I’ve learned so much from the local people, so proud knowledgable in their own history and culture. I think the reason that I enjoyed this part of the trip so much more, is because I felt at home, felt completely welcome. Almost every single person, would welcome me, saying we’re family, we’re African. Our heritage is African, and it was beautiful to see and hear antique shops and family businesses showcasing and Tuareg-Moors art and history. This is a region I definitely want to revisit when I have more time. So much African history, so much to share.

Getting back to Marrakesh to spend another 2 days after being in such peaceful places was definitely a shock to my system. I spent those last few days getting around the city, getting lost, and getting frustrated with taxis (although they are very cheap, they will still try to rip you off), but hey, part of the deal. Getting around Djemaa el Fna on your own is definitely a challenge, the square is lively, the people are everywhere, and plenty of stuff to buy and eat. The more uncomfortable part is that people will call you any type of name just to get your attention, from Obama family, Big momma, to American, American (and other not so comfortable words. It was quite frustrating, after a while you just tune it out and really only just stop at stalls you want to get into, but if you’re a black woman traveling alone, be prepared for this. Don’t worry, it’s not all bad, cause the eating stalls in the square are amazing and the food was delish and, since you’re sharing a table, you’re bound to make new friends. I met a lovely couple from Senegal, which was a bonus since I’m visiting Senegal in December.

I will revisit Morocco, that is certain, for a longer period with more regions to explore. Bslema and Choukran

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