
Flying into Marrakesh, I really had no expectations of what we would encounter during our stay in Morocco expect it was a Muslim country and we should be polite and mindful of their customs. After landing and having no trouble finding the local bus into town (its just outside the airport main doors, passed the taxi’s, 10Dh one way). A hot tip for anyone heading straight for the Medina… get off at the stop where you can see a million horse drawn carriages next to a park – this is next to Djemaa el-Fna. I wish we knew that before going another 15 minutes to the train station and than had to catch the locals bus back to the same place.
Djemaa el-Fna early in the morning looks vast and plain, only the orange juice sellers have setup (4DH for a fresh glass!) with a few eager touts pointing you towards their preferred place to eat/sleep/buy spices.

After finally weaving endlessly through ‘derb’ after ‘derb’ we resorted to asking a shop owner who seemed extremely eager to help. After showing him the piece of paper with the address, I asked “Do you know where this is?”
He replied “Anglais? ah non non non” and gave the piece of paper back.
“D’accord, Je peut parler un peu” I replied and asked again, in French, for directions.
He seemed very impressed that someone who spoke english actually knew a french phrase or three, and he helpfully pointed us to the dodgiest looking ally we’d seen yet… directly in front of us. Hesitantly, thinking we’d be mugged around the corner, we walked away with him looking expectantly at us for a tip, but unfortunately for him it didn’t really occur to me at the time what his expectant look meant.
I stood up as tall and menacingly as a skinny computer nerd could and ventured down this dark alley. We were finally confronted by a studded leather door with our number above it which we knocked with trepidation. After a while the very friendly housekeeper greeted us and showed us to our room, which was quite cosy and funky. After Sarah had a chat with the French expat owner in french (I think I understood 40% and missed a few major details :), we set off to explore Marrakesh.
By now, it was around midday and things had come to life. There was a mind boggling array of colours everywhere, strange smells, vendors yelling, mint tea flowing.. it was amazing and intimidating at the same time.
Dinner was at one of the makeshift restaurants with each shop having a insistent waiter who had a unique catch phrase (“Remember Sir, Number 7 takes you to heaven”). It was quite expensive for a large dinner for two, around $7 and not particularly better than the food down the road for $3! But the following night we did enjoy a tasty cinnamon tea with cake for 50 cents, followed by snail soup for another 50 cents. The snails were, interesting… Sarah even drank a bit of the snaily broth; but now neither of us can walk past a snail soup pot without feeling a bit nauseous.
The souks seemed to pack more vendors and more buyers into the already overcrowded spaces on the warm nights, with even more tourists in their short shorts, tank tops and low cut tops mixing amongst the mostly conservative population. One girl we saw seemed to be wearing little more than a pair of underwear with a tank top, happily roaming around oblivious to the looks the locals and other tourists alike were giving her.

The vendors and touts aren’t as aggressive as in South East Asia, but watch out for the teens and touts – we got taken by a tout in a very smooth operation but luckily we only lost time and no money. Generally kids will always tell you that something is closed, whether its the alley they’re playing in, the sight your going to see or the Riad your staying in… generally they’re just bored and like to mess with tourists. We found that kids will tell you an alley is closed if its a residential area, which is fine – they probably just don’t want us wandering around interrupting their game of football.

On a side note, after walking around the medina and Marrakesh for several days, we learnt some important lessons about road rules. The first was pedestrians are the lowest forms of life in the transport spectrum. In the Medina, the order somewhat goes:
1) Donkeys with Carriages
2) Motorbikes
3) Hand-pulled carts
4) Bicycles
5) Anything else that has four legs or wheels (i.e. one of the thousand cats that stroll the medina)
6) People
Outside the Medina, on the roads its even worse. There are pedestrian crossings, but they really serve no purpose as the car fly straight past when your crossing... we’ve seen people actually apologising to car drivers for using the pedestrian crossings for when the driver had to stop the car to avoiding hitting them!

Anyway, that’s all for Marrakesh. I would highly recommend it if you don’t mind a bit of chaos and getting lost. We’re off to Casablanca and Rabat next!
Dave (and Sare)
I'm from Russia and Marrakech is on of my favorite places to be visited.
ReplyDeleteEvery time i go to morocco, I experience some day trips from Marrakech to an attractive city. It's really amazing