After finding some of these recordings laying forgotten for years on my mp3 player/wav recorder, I decided to add a few in the mix. The quality’s not great and I had to edit some of them so as not to cause deafness, but they still bring me back to memorable moments in time. Cheesy, I know, but they’re all special to me.
“Japon! Japon! Korea? China? Indonesia?”
Yeah…walking around the souks in Marrakech wasn’t my idea of fun, especially after Fes. Sadly enough, I did not buy anything but a postcard (which I didn’t have to bargain for), let alone wander into more than 3 or 4 shops, in my entire stay in Morocco. And those shop-wanderings were mostly in Chefchaouen! I cannot stand being hassled, and I ended up not even trying to buy anything. So much as a sideways glance at an item would have someone chasing me down the street calling me Japan or even yelling at me in Japanese. Continue reading
It’s probably better to travel by rental car in Morocco. Taking public transport is a bit annoying – buses don’t run often and the only other option is grands taxis to get between cities: cars with room for four, but they usually carry six. Since we were travelling as a group of four, we just chose to buy up the two remaining seats each time.
We took a grand taxi from Merzouga to Rissani, and ate lunch where we were dropped off. Aaaand that’s where things started to go downhill for me. I had a tagine that had sand in it…and I barely ate. I felt rather bloated. Continue reading
We arrived in Merzouga at 6:30 am, and Hassan (a tour operator who I emailed prior) met us at the bus station. We then had about 12 hours to wait before heading off on our camel safari.
Merzouga is a small town right on the edge of Erg Chebbi, a large sand sea (erg) on the edge of the Sahara, set at the base of the Chebbi mountains. Upon approach by bus, the scenery was a world away from Fes and felt surreal – a giiiiiiaaaaaaant sand dune loomed over everything like a mountain. Continue reading
Bit of an early start – over breakfast with Inara and Leiko, I found out that for the past few days, I had my watch set wrong! Morocco is one hour behind Spain and no one told me, nor did I glance at any clocks…so I woke up a little bit too early for my bus. Well, at least it wasn’t the other way around! Continue reading
“Excusez-moi, mais j’ai oublié un mot très important. Comment dit-on ‘thank you’ en français?”
Let’s backtrack a bit. Continue reading