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Finally it’s the time for old Marrakesh. Equipped with guide books we’re walking into the world of trade and services. Souks - the stalls, full of various things and different colors. Strolling through the narrow sidewalks I have to focus more on crazy moped riders than admiring the colorful market. Anyway, I have no will to trade or buy anything. Several times I find myself in the places where I have been a minute before and couple of times I discover places ugly even at the day. Real labyrinth of alleys! And somewhere there, my assertiveness has been exposed to a huge test. I’m asking a bloke for the price of a trouser belt. He gives me a dizzying amount of 400 dirhams, (about 40 euros). I say “thank you” politely and trying to walk away. And then it’s begun! The guy begins to follow me asking for my price. No answer from me so he offers a lower and lower. After a while, there is two of them already, calling another great prices. I try to get rid of them. I try to lost them desperately but always they find me somehow (do they use radars? Some tracking system?). After half an hour, exhausted and resigned I’m pulling the rest of Moroccan money out from my pocket. Collecting some change from my friends and eventually buying the belt for 35 dirhams, or about 3.5 euros! That’s the discount!
yli 12 vuotta sitten
Bartosz Dalida
Early morning, still feeling a desert dust taste in my mouth, we make our way towards Atlantic Ocean. Now we can see completely different scenery. Different nature and colors. Like quite different country. There are olive groves along the road. It’s not that deserted like it was yesterday. Suddenly see goats in the olive tree (it’s not a joke). Several goats stand firmly on the thin branches and devour fruits.
Coming into suburbs of Essaouira and after exploring it (wrong way again) finally we find the way to the beach. As of November the water temperature is more than decent. All of us take our shoes off and walk along the ocean. No matter that waves are flooding my trousers right up to my knees.
The city itself also makes an impression. The Ocean nervously beats the walls of the Old Portuguese fort trying to reach inside the town where aroma of spices and dishes is increased by heat. That place is different than any other we’ve seen before. There is a lot of medieval Europe in it. As much as Africa itself. We’re heading back to Marrakesh leaving a sunset behind.
yli 12 vuotta sitten
Bartosz Dalida
Renting a car is a real challenge. English language turns out to be more than an exotic way of communication. Despite this we manage to borrow a new but already rickety car. It’s so slow and weak. Barely copes on the steep passes of the Atlas Mountains, but eventually, we make it. Trucks full of local hitch-hikers on the top, the old Mercedes-taxis with 7 people inside overtake us. It wouldn’t be a surprise if donkey could manage.
The sights from the top and beyond the mountains are a decent prize. The road through the middle of rocky desert leads us to Ait Ben Haddou Kasbah, known from many movies and also from the UNESCO list. It is a fortified complex of buildings made of straw, sand and water. Felt like my wristwatch should be set 300 years back. That time the Kasbah was built and the only sign of present times is a concrete bridge connecting banks of the river. Just a few years ago, before they built it there were donkeys carrying people over the water.
In local diner I decide to try a traditional Moroccan soup, which tastes quite like our traditional Polish chicken soup. What a disappointment!
Night return trip up the narrow mountain road is the attraction itself. Risky driving on the edge. Literally.
Finally we are driving into Marrakesh. Just before the midnight. Unfortunately it’s wrong way which leading us straight to the district, where tourists are unlikely to visit. Not voluntarily though. I feel like this is a place where apocalypse has already happened. The old hovels, people in rags and quite big fire just in the middle of the street. That is not Marrakech, I wanted to see. Suddenly I realize this is a real Marrakesh though. Despite of the roaming cost, I use the map on my mobile and eventually we find the way to the hotel.
yli 12 vuotta sitten
Bartosz Dalida
It was about 6 am, when I heard loud noises from the outside. Someone’s calling kind of: "Amigos, amigos, amigos!" It wasn’t waking up, I had expected. The voice was neither melodious call of the muezzin, or even came from the mosque. It came just somewhere straight down from the hotel, which we boarded in the previous evening. Trying to locate the source went on a tiny balcony and my sleepy eyes saw Marrakech that beautiful as I wouldn’t even imagine. Normally, I could not force myself to get up at sunrise. I felt like going downstairs just to give a hug to who was screaming, but quickly gave up.
It was in fact a prelude to what I’m going to see, and even raised my expectations. I wanted to put some slippers on and run into the narrow shaded streets straight away, I decided to stick to the plan and explore the surrounding area first.
yli 12 vuotta sitten
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