24 hours in my favourite place on earth, the red city that never stops. Filled with interactions and by-chance meetings that ensure every persons experience is unique. I first arrived in Marrakech in the evening as Jemaa el-Fnaa was erupting into it's nightly antics. With my backpack on and map in hand, I hopelessly tried to navigate the streets. Discovering very quickly to surrender myself to this place, a place unlike anywhere I had ever experienced before. Here is how I felt after my first 24 hours in Marrakech.
Walking around aimlessly in the intricate streets, the colour and vibrancy consumes me. I'm hypnotised by all the local people calling me in, wanting to show me all of their beautiful handcrafted, hand-painted, sculpted and sewn treasures. All of my senses working overtime, seeing, smelling, hearing, tasting and feeling all things Moroccan.
The air littered with the scent of fresh spices, bursting with ornaments and people as far as the eye can see. Dodging motorbikes and animals as I inevitably get lost deep inside the Medina; an old town truly from another time.
Hearing the sound of prayer pour over the country six times per day, mixed in with the tooting of horns and the greetings of those amazing locals. “Hola”, “Hello”, “Bonjour”, “ssalamū ‘lekum" as they desperately swap between languages searching for my preferred to allow us to converse.
In Marrakech, I am never alone. Surrounded by an eclectic mix of personalities, every encounter an adventure. The streets almost impossible to navigate, immediately accepting that losing your way is all a part of this journey. I simply wander in awe, amazed how somewhere so chaotic and crazy can somehow function in such harmony. I have entered another kind of world.
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