Blogs from Marrakech, Marrakech-Tensift-El Haouz, Morocco, Africa - page 18

Marrakech.... We arrived in Marrakech, our final stop four days ago. It’s distinctly African in character, with its dry heat, myriad of palm trees and deep red walls. It is a place to feel rather than see, to experience rather than visit. The main street in every city in Morocco is Avenue Mohammed V; Marrakech is no exception but it’s Avenue Mohammed V is full of bars, cafes and restaurants. Jemaa el Fna, the main square, is the heart of Marrakech, and some would say Morocco. Nowhere else in North Africa possesses the same hypnotic enchantment, the buzz of the thronging crowds, the colour, smell and sound, and the sense of being on the edge of a mystical ritual. The vast square, circled by cafes and grill restaurants, is home to the best of Morocco’s street ... read more

Geo: 31.6334, -7.9996My first step on to the continent of Africa is in the diverse country of Morocco. So close to mainland Europe, but a completely different culture and landscape. Morocco has it all, culture, cities, ocean, mountains, desert and large areas of bare rocky land where the odd town pops up.I was really excited to visiting Morocco, a little more of a challenge than Europe itself, and what a perfect way to end my time with Anna.We landed in Marrakech mid morning after sleeping at Gatwick airport due to a 6am flight. Waiting to go through border control was long and time consuming but soon we were on the bus toward the Medina and Jamaa El Fna. We had a few hotels in mind but they turned out to be pretty expensive so we walked ... read more

Having been swept away by Easyjet;, past the Spanish and Portugese border and onto African soil. I was quickly ushered past border control and went on to exchange my British pounds for Moroccan Dirhams. Another 5 volunteers and myself was greeted by the toothless smiley driver that was to drive us to the volunteer base in the Medina - the old town. Outside the cool and modern airport, I was instantly under sensory assault- the colours, smells, language, bike hoots, donkeys, and men shouting "miss, miss" waving their arms around. We arrived at the old Medina and two men attempted to carry our luggage for 10Dh - less than one pound. However, our driver shouted at them and they left. We hauled our belongings into a traditional riad and and began to unpack. The other volunteers ... read more

Ever since we arrived in Europe four years ago, we’ve marvelled at the ease with which you can move around from country to country by road, rail and air- sometimes without even the need for a passport check. So, when the current series of holidays presented itself, we couldn’t resist taking it one step further and travelling overland between continents. The bus from Seville will take us as far as Tarifa, from where we’re able to book on to a ferry. One final tortilla and calamari lunch (we are by the sea after all) and we’re on our way to Morocco. The journey is fast and with the time difference, we arrive in North Africa at the same time as our departure from Europe. As we disembark the Aussie made vessel (WA’s own!) we brace ourselves ... read more

Zamieszkalismy w domu przewodnika gorskiego( nazywa sie Tenssin, podobnie jak ludzie w himalajskich rejonach;) Ciekawie bylo podpatrzec gliniana wioske od srodka i zakosztowac gosciny berberskiej rodzinki troche dluzej. Gdy tylko przybylismy do jego malego, skromnego domku zakomunikowal, ze zone poznamy pozniej bo wlasnie robi pranie ...nad rzeka. Niestety berberki z Mzzik bardzo stanowczo odmawialy bycia sfotografowanymi(z kamieniami w rekach!), uszanowalam to i nie zobaczycie jak piekny to obraz. Moze nie zdobylismy Jabela Tubkala, zdecydowanie bardziej jestesmy estetami niz sportowcami tak wiec wolimy podziwiac gory niz na nie wchodzic;) Wdrapalismy sie jakos na 3tysieczne "plato" z ktorego moglismy podziwiac panorame masywu Tubkala i okolicznych wiosek.Nie powalil mnie widok z gory, za to co innego. Po wejsciu na przelecz na wys. ok. 2800m.npm pod krzakiem byc moze kosodrze... read more