Traveling through Morocco was a journey of pure enchantment. Morocco was red, alive, spicy, French, Spanish, Arabic, and bursting in rich history and deep culture. The Moroccans were gregarious people, especially when they found out we were Americans. It was refreshingly nice to hear “Welcome to our country” with a friendly smile — a rarity for us during the Bush Administration. From the moment we stepped off the plane, our trip through this beautiful country was full of wonder and excitement. There were so many things to do in Morocco, you could spend months exploring. But here are our 7 days in Morocco highlights.
Although I limited my water intake to only filtered/bottled water, I did eat and drink anything and everything else under the sun; and I was fine! From Moroccan salads to stews to mint teas and colorful medleys. The ubiquitous orange juice stands were the perfect refreshment to have in between sightseeing.
We stayed at a Morrocan riad located in a vibrant blood-orange historic backstreet. At night, we ventured out to meet with henna artists who painted on our hands and legs and wished us luck on finding good husbands. We bought various types of exotic herbs at stands and clandestine shops. And we walked for hours, admiring the unique architectural design of buildings and streets. I felt like Marco Polo. Full of wonder and awe of the new colors and smells. Curious and excited while exploring a completely different culture and environment.
Marrakesh felt like timing traveling to the past and into the Aladdin cartoon. A few days after taking in much of the city– eating and shopping for gorgeously designed items, we decided to venture outside of Marrakesh. We rented a no-brand car, and our friend Peter drove because he was the only one who could drive a stick. Although the drive down through Ouarzazate and the Atlas Mountains to Zagora and the Sahara desert took us about 8 hours, it didn’t matter because the drive was incredible.
The scenery was breathtaking. Loops and swirls of gorgeous mountains. Sandy towns with kids walking home from school, men riding donkeys carrying goods, and women running their daily errands. Their gorgeous sand-tone skins shimmered in the sun like rose gold. People stopped in their steps to stare at us since the places we ventured through had little to no tourists. We were new to them and they were new to us. And we were all friendly, kind, and generous with each other.
Although the people were immensely helpful and friendly everywhere, it is always prudent to beware of being ripped off just like anywhere else in the world. Unless there is a fixed price tag you are ALWAYS invited to dance in the art of negotiation. Negotiation is a prime tenet of Islam. Aim to reach half the price they initially ask for, and even then you will still be overpaying the foreigner price.
So unless you don’t mind overspending money, shopping in Morroco is more like a dance or a sword fight than a leisurely experience. Also, street harassment towards women is unfortunately common. And I have to say, that did annoy me the most, but it wasn’t as bad as I’ve heard it can get.
We reached the desert that evening to ride camels through the desert. We started during the sunset and finished in pitch-black darkness. After dinner in Ouzazarte, our Moroccan friends begged us to stay and hang out. But my travel mate wanted us to go back to Marrakesh. I had brought us this far out. It was time to compromise, so I regretfully declined their invitation. For a longer stay in the desert, consider this blogger’s guided tour.
Driving back at night through windy valleys and sand storms was quite an adventure. By the time the sun creeped out, only 3 out of our 4 brakes were functioning. This was particularly worrisome since the mountains roads did not have guardrails. Sixty kilometers from Marrakesh, while driving at 10 kilometers an hour, a wheel popped off the car and rolled down the mountain. Afraid we would skid off the cliff, I jumped out of the car. Behind me, I saw a trail of my beautiful silk scarfs floating in the wind. I swung back around only to catch a glimpse of the wheel bouncing down the mountain, almost comically.
Luckily, a friendly Berber driving by slowed down and offered us assistance. We rambled on in French about what had happened. He dutifully drove us back to Marrakesh in his very retro car. The car walls were lined with purple fur with gold bells jingling from the rooftop, and the seats were covered in zebra patterns. I still giggle when I think back on that road trip adventure.
The next morning we did some of the best things to do in Marrakesh and strolled through the Yves St. Laurent Gardens. Afterward, we stuffed all our new souvenirs into our bags and with a tinge of sadness and gratitude, we headed to the airport. I hope Morocco never loses its magic. May we meet again!
2 thoughts on “7 Days in Morocco Highlights: Marrakech, Ouarzazate, Zagora & Sahara Desert”
Morocco was definitely majestic! I absolutely loved the cacti collection in the Yves Saint Laurent garden, all of your photos are so pretty!
Awww… thank you, Michelle! It’s a photogenic country???? I miss it so much!