Morocco

I think the best way to start a new trip is by lowering down your expectations. This is how I did before flying to Morocco. It’s good, healthy.

The post title is Morocco, but I actually had the chance to visit Marrakech only, so I don’t know how accurate this content will be.

It’s 20th of January. My first day in Marrakech. I sit down by the pool. The sun is rising towards the middle of the sky. There’s around 16 degrees Celsius outside and I still can’t believe that yesterday I was freezing in London. I order breakfast, coffee and orange juice. All of them are delicious.

After a few more hours of laziness I decide to start exploring the city. I go straight to Medina, the busiest part of the city. When I say busy, I say people walking, cyclists, cars, donkeys, craftsmen, butchers, sellers, snakes, shoe shiners, monkeys, trainers, cooks, tourists, all of them in the same place. First time, you pay attention on every single detail: architecture, people, different weird activities around you, then you simple integrate into the crowd.

In the centre of Medina, there is a big square called Jemaa el-Fnaa. This is where I drank the best orange juice in my entire life. It’s so sweet, a bit bitter, cold, with chunks of oranges tickling your taste buds. You simply can’t stop. You order one after another, after another. They are so cheap, you can just ignore the price.

The next day I try to visit the civic centre and some residential areas. Those are totally different from Medina. Less crowded, a bit more modern, somehow similar with french cities.

For the rest of my trip, I try just to enjoy the sun, the pool, food and rest for a few days. A busy year awaits.