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Published: March 23rd 2011
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Wahey I have , made it out of the UK Back to backpacking...
Marocco has been a huge breathe of fresh air. The first moments in the country found me wandering around the airport carpark looking for the exit. It becomes quickly apparent that English which I ve been working on for 30 years is next to useless compaired to French. Ah French.. the language of childhood holidays those exchange kids with fancy trainers who ate chocolate for breakfast and one which i was going to have to summon quickly.
Yep so Marocco is a 3 hour flight from London and a world away. Along with the French and Arabic script there was also the call to prayer echoing over the parked cars. The Mezzuine has always held an attraction for me sampled on some of the most enigmatic records the first time I heard it was a in southern Thailand quite strange that time as it woke me from sleep it had a diaphinous quality as it drifted into my dream adled head. In Sumatra Indonesia the sound was tinny and deafening in it s repetition whereas in Marrokech it seems to blend with the fabric of the
Jamaa el Fna
The main square in Marrokech and scene of all nu,ber of craziness. day and to book end it =sunrise and sunset are marked with this sound of devotion.
First impressions of Marrakech were chaotic dodging motorcycles in the narrow streets . My hotel was a Riad .. a traditional building where the rooms are arranged on several floors around a central courtyard with open roof... it was the preverbial oasis of calm away from the frentic souks. A huge thanks to Eissem and Houssain for a friendly atmosphere and buckets of tee a la menthe😊
The Riad was called Amour de Riad and true to it s name was peppered with hearts even in the steel work on the bed heads...check it out.
So after Marrakesh it was off to the dessert for a sojourne. Merzouga is an area of dunes 60km long. I traveled with a lady from New York (Marcia) and a girl from Japan (Sayaka)... Cheers guys for company.. chats and Marukeshi😊 (Japanese noughts and crosses for those not in the know).
I climbed the nearest of the vast dunes and filled my shoes with sand as a consequence.. The sahara is coming home with me😊
After this I went to the coast to
Essouria where the wind blows hard... and a welcome break from the heat and also the energy of Marrakech. Enjoyed the seafood there.. strolling the long beach a laid back place.. On the ride back to Marrakech the bus started to make a loud chick chick chick noise and finally died in the heat.. the radiator pouring by the roadside. Gotta love travel full of surprises.
P.S. Thanks for bearing with me through this blog... am working with a French/Arabic keyboard so the punctuation has been hit and miss. I ve been hitting the keys but the commas are missing😊
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Natalie
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Love it
Hey Steve.. Can't wait to go even more now. The pictures are really great! Nat