Marrakech, Morocco is a place that stimulates me like no other place in Morocco. As I walk around aimlessly in the intricate streets, the colour and vibrancy consumes me. 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 Morocco, 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 my 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.
Come get lost with me in Marrakech, Morocco.
Come get lost with me