So this blog is officially overdue by at least 3 to 4 weeks. I have let life and my general laziness get the better of me. But alas, I am here now and absolutely ready to share a few photos and some stories from our time spent in the culturally diverse and absurdly photogenic Morocco.
Rhett and I based ourselves in the fourth largest city and arguably the main tourism hub of North Africa, Marrakech for 5 nights. As we only had a few days up our sleeves, we made the quick decision to spend the majority of our time in the one city, wanting to give Rhett and myself the best opportunity to immerse ourselves in the city and culture. Unfortunately, as it turned out, we actually only managed to scratch the surface. But what an incredible surface it was.
After a fairly trying transit from Spain to Morocco via Ryanair, at approx. 6 pm on the 28th of December, Rhett and I checked into the outrageously beautiful and meticulously designed, IG-famous Riad Yasmine. This little Riad (aka traditional Moroccan house) with its pretty turquoise-green pool and stunning forest paintings has been featured countlessly by many world renowned bloggers such as @GypseaLust and @OhhCouture. And as you can see, rightfully so.
Before I get too carried away, I should probably preface that Rhett and I did treat ourselves to a 5 star luxury stay in Morocco and therefore checked into the very boho-chic Terrasse Agafay suite where we were spoiled with our own private terrace, indulgent breakfasts and 3 course dinners (oh my god, the lamb tagine atop of fresh couscous is simply ah-maz-ing!). The photos pretty much speak for themselves but if you couldn’t already tell, Rhett and I enjoyed our stay immensely.
On our second day in Marrakech, Rhett and I decided to invest in a private half-day walking tour around Marrakech and more notably, the Medina (city section made up of many narrow, maze-like streets) and the Souks (main marketplace). Whilst we were quietly confident that we would’ve been fine to explore the city ourselves, it proved really comforting to have a knowledgeable guide helping us navigate through the intricate alleyways and small pockets that’ve been known to challenge even the savviest and worldly of travellers. All-in-all, it was money well spent and Abdul (our guide) was lovely, very informative and friendly.
Now, if you were to ask me what my fondest memory from our whole entire Moroccan experience, it would have to be the night Rhett and I spent glamping in the Agafay Desert with Scarebo Camp. This experience deserves an entire post dedicated to itself, one that I will surely make time to write up shortly. But until then, simply put, our night at the camp was incredible.
And whilst our one night stay in the ‘superior mauve suite’, 2 x private transfers and couples camel ride was, albeit, rather expensive, if the camp hadn’t been completely booked out, Rhett and I probably would have paid to stay the extra night.
After breakfast the next morning which – mind you – was enjoyed within a charming oriental styled tent surrounded by unobstructed views of snow-capped mountains, Rhett and I headed back to Marrakech to check into our next and final Riad.
For the last leg of our trip, we chose to stay at Riad Palacio De Las Espacias. A mouthful, I know. Truth be told, I would have loved, loved to have returned to Riad Yasmine but as it was New Year’s Eve, they were completely booked out and had been for months prior.
Nevertheless, Riad Palacio De Las Espacias was great. Charming in an old-world colonial way with its aqua green colourway and touches of traditional Moroccan finishings. A definite highlight of mine was the rustic Berber tent situated rather haphazardly on the roof-top where Rhett and I enjoyed one-too-many mint teas and seven-too-many desserts.
It goes without saying that by the 4th day, I was thoroughly enjoying myself, getting to explore one colourful Riad after another.
Our last few days were pretty chill, borderline unproductive. I don’t think Rhett and I did too much aside from the odd occasion we went looking for food, or souvenirs, or the bathroom. But to finish off this post, here are a few more photos from our last days walking through Marrakech. I would have to enthusiastically recommend, to all those who find themselves in Morocco, to try the Atay Café and Jardine Restaurant. Oh my heavens, the food was incredible.
To sum it up, my 5 nights and 6 days in Morocco proved one-of-a-kind, a special adventure and one I didn’t quite expect. I have no doubt in my mind that Rhett and I will return, especially since I have already chosen our next Riads (hehe), Riad Jardine Secret and El Fenn.