the whole morocco idea started off when we moved to spain, because: 1. it is so close, 2. it is something completely different from what we are used to. the plan was to cross the country in about 8 days, aaaand as we wanted a real and authentic moroccan experience, we booked all our accommodation in riads (traditional moroccan houses or palaces with an interior garden owned by rich moroccan families in the past).
ok , here it goes.
first, we arrived in marrakech. it's the best and at the same time the worst place to start your trip in morocco. we literally thought we arrived in hell. our super traditional room was waiting for us in the middle of the medina (old town), and nobody had absolutely any idea how to get us there. the taxi driver dropped us off in some busy market square, handed us to an old guy in rope, winked at us and took off. the old guy led us through the crowded market. 5 minutes, 7, 10. he was walking several meters ahead of us, hardly even looking back to make sure we were still following him. eventually, when he got us through the big and smelly souk (arabian market), past some skinny little streets and construction site with loaded donkeys, he suddenly halted and turned back to us. his facial expression was yelling "I don't know where the hell your riad is!".
by some weird luck, the owner of the riad was passing by and we were finally relieved that at least that night we were gonna sleep in bed. the old guy demanded money for his help and when we gave him what we thought was enough for such a helpful fella, he pulled a face and exclaimed "more!".
my face says it all. CROWDED. EVERYWHERE.
from marrakech we took a 3-days trip to fes. seen a lot, walked a lot, ate a lot (of tajins and cous-couses + "season fruits" which are oranges and bananas casually thrown on a big plate).
ugh, this one! it took me an eternity to get a picture of this guy. all moroccans turn or look away once they see you want to photograph them. why? guess! show them some dinero and they will gladly smile straight to your camera!
we drove through looooots of incredible landscapes. morocco turned out to have such diverse, unique and inspiring nature.
several episodes of game of thrones were shot in that ancient village.
the studio of a local artist.
drank a cup of tea in one of the old berber's houses and said our firm 'no' to carpets.
(*berbers is an ethnic group in north africa, famous for their hand-woven carpets).
1:30h on camels till our night camp in sahara. this was a challenge, especially for the butts! by some weird luck again, i was seated the last on the first camel which was the biggest among all the rest. does it even make sense?
sahara was great, but i felt lack of freedom (that's why i hate organized tours). there was literally no time for enjoying the sunset or taking pictures.
finally arrived to fes!
the famous tannery. this picture was accepted by vogue italy. maybe they also read on my instagram that moroccans preprocess leather by dipping it into pigeons' poo and goats' pee.
by the way, we bought a couple of leather shoes and two bags from the local shops there. so guess what! once i was on the bus here in barcelona wearing my cool moroccan leather bag... it was clear the old lady totally enjoyed sitting next to me!
the one and only blue city of chefchaouen. it's a must see location! we found out about it while traveling in morocco and made a quick change of plans. so pretty!
ok, this is the last picture of me and my guy in the desert! he looks like he doesn't have a couple of front teeth (but that's why i chose it!)
that's all, bye!