Marrakech was the final stop on my four month trip through Europe (which
ended in Africa, obviously).
I arrived by train from Casablanca. In contrast to Casablanca, which is a
huge and insanely busy city, Marrakech is smaller and a bit more calm. Except
for the medina, where you could be sharing a narrow ‘street’ with any number of
mopeds, donkey-pulled carts, and motorcycles, not to mention the locals and
tourists and street vendors.
When we arrived we initially went to the wrong riad, going so far as to checking
in before we realized our mistake. We got hassled by some kids for a couple of
dirham - they claimed they helped us find our way there (a common situation
you’d be warned about before going to Marrakech).
The rainy, chilly weather was left behind in Spain and I was welcomed with sunny
skies and temps in the 70s. I had a good few days, and was completely in a
different world living and adventuring around the medina. Somehow I deleted some
pictures from one of the days I was there, but this is still a good set.