"Let's catch up. I'll meet you somewhere cool."
(Though Amsterdam is an upcoming plan). There may have been more words and slightly more organisation post-this conversation but that's one of the cool things about Europe - you can declare you're going somewhere and a month later you're there - without extensive planning or having to pay for the flight with everything including the kitchen sink.
But now I'd best get to the actual Morocco bit of the post, huh?
Peter flew in on a Thursday, caught up with an Italian friend, I met them and he and I grabbed an aperitivo (something I should have talked about in my Milan post but didn't, ah well) then headed out to the airport to sleep. Our flight was incredibly early and we didn't think the buses left then. I played hooky from school on Friday and by 10am we were in Marrakech!
The photos below are from our first day, our third evening and our last day as we went on a trip to the Sahara in the middle, but I'm going to write a separate post about that!
|Early morning flight|
|Three course 6€ lunch.|
|As I may have mentioned I have a slight discomfort around snakes - this is a real snakeskin I was was very relaxed about touching it! I'm progressing in leaps and bounds.|
|I have no idea how they got them so perfect, or how they plan to scoop them for you, but aren't they pretty?|
|Mint tea is a Moroccan staple, and often offered when you arrive at your hostel and other places.|
|Looking over the medina|
|A woman in the market grabbed my hand and started drawing henna on it, claiming it was a free Berber gift. Afterwards she demanded payment of course, which annoyed me as I had refused at the beginning. But, I got this our of it anyway.|
|A lantern shop.|
|A terrible photo of the food cart city.|
|Our cart - you can pick from a menu or simply point at the food displayed, which is promptly cooked up in front of you.|
|This food is approved by Peter. We got calamari, olives, pastilla (traditionally made with pigeon but ours was chicken) and vegetable tagine.|
|I posed with some of the chefs|
|Peter had some snails for dessert|
|Everyone gathers around while music is played and people dance. I was terrified there was a snake in the centre of the crowd and refused to come too close.|
|Was still super crowded though. We kept trying to sidle up to tour groups speaking any language that either of us understood at all. P translated some Spanish for me at one point but then the group moved on.|
|Horse and cart is a totally acceptable way to travel in Morocco.|
|This guy is wearing the traditional water bearer outfit.|
|Very narrow alley way on the way in.|
Definitely something worth doing. I felt kind of floppy I was so relaxed after, and I kept stroking my arms because they were so nice and soft.
Le Jardin Majorelle, a private garden turned public built over four decades by Frenchman and painter Jacques Majorelle. It has plants from five continents with fountains and ponds dotted about. It was the perfect place to visit post-massage and we wandered idly along the paths for quite some time.
|I count 9 snakes + the 2 that P and Snake man are holding. I was terrified.|
|This dancer looks particularly concerned. I'm not sure why.|
That night in an effort to spend the last of our money we wandered down to the medina and into some shops. We made friends with this guy who has a Kiwi girlfriend and gave us mint tea. He served it in glasses in shoes so that it wouldn't burn our hands.