Travel Blogs from Marrakech
... tourists who have brushed up against her iridescent skin, trampled on her red earth, marvelled at the sharp pinprick points of light in her night sky. Africa is layered and varied and constantly shifting. She is impossible to capture in picture or word. A place that has to be seen, heard, and smelled; requiring patience and astute observation before she is ready to reveal. Africa is a craggy stone ...
... Under the expansive food tent, the Saturday crowd devours everything from barbecued springbok paninis to kingclip sushi rolls. Craft brewers pull pints of cold lager and local vintners pour glasses Sauvignon blanc. The solo musician loops djembe beats below the primal drone of the dijereedoo. The crowd bounces to the rhythm. We venture south to the Cape of Good Hope located at the most south westerly point of Africa. Here the basal shale mountains ...
"Bonjour. How much for these?"
"Hmm. I'll give you thirty"
"I know someone who paid thirty for a pair of these, so that's all I'm paying"
"OK... so forty"
(he begins to wrap them up as if the deal is done)
"I'll give you thirty, that's it"
(he tries to hand them to me to lock me in to the sale, my hands stay by my sides)
... with the locals early afternoon, did our tourist thing and caught a taxi back at night.
The heart of Marrakesh is the main square of Jemaa El Fnaa which is always packed. Here you will find, musicians, snake charmers, storytellers, acrobats and thieves!. On the first night, there was an attempt to get into Shelleys handbag, a couple of days later I was pickpocketed in ...
... he is not going to win this battle and returns us to the cab-rank and unloads our bags, all the time begging us to let him takes us for 50 dirhams. Other drivers surround us with the same offer and one yells out “30 dirhams”. He wins!
He turns out to be a very pleasant fellow and we have a nice chat with him along the way. At the station we give him a 10 dirham tip and were very happy to have escaped the clutches of the ...