Back to Marrakech
From Casablanca the highway goes fast towards Marrakech, we sleep along the way, only the hot sun beams wake us up, telling us we are back to the imperial city and the big Moroccan south. A final warm greeting to … Continue reading
From Casablanca the highway goes fast towards Marrakech, we sleep along the way, only the hot sun beams wake us up, telling us we are back to the imperial city and the big Moroccan south. A final warm greeting to … Continue reading
The few villages give way to extensive pine forests and plantations (many of those kif), we are surprised by the contrast between this lush landscape and the desert we left a few days ago. The atmosphere is one of frontier … Continue reading
The rain forces us on the road. After a long bargaining with taxi drivers in Saidia, we get a passage to Nador, a very busy port near Melilla, one of two Spanish enclaves on Moroccan territory. Along the way we … Continue reading
Saidia, the eastern Mediterranean Moroccan beach, just a few steps from the Algerian border. Some clouds leave us worried, but the sandy beach and emerald waves invite us to take a long walk. Soon comes the night and the whole … Continue reading
From Merzouga, Nazihr and his cousin give us a lift back to Erfoud, where we take a taxi to Errachidia, we are in full hamada (rocky desert), often interrupted by beautiful palms… the heat is dry and enveloping. Once in … Continue reading
The cool morning breeze that emanates from the palm grove wakes us up earlier than expected. Backpacks on shoulder, we leave from Tinghir and arrive in a few hours by bus to Erfoud, a small and crowded village, from where … Continue reading
In the evening, upon leaving our backpacks at Tombouctu hotel, we go out to discover the suq. As frequently happens, we find a new friend, Nazihr: a really nice guy, who tells us about Tinghir and the origin of its … Continue reading
There are moments in a journey in which consciousness is suspended, giving way to the cool morning breeze. In front of the bus station of Ouarzazate stands a fine powder, indicating the way to the Sahara Desert. Silently, we hear … Continue reading
The starry night, pursued by a multitude of souls who find peace only at the edge of the dusty roads, finally gave way to a warm and quivering dawn. We follow the foothills of the Atlas back in the direction … Continue reading
We walk towards the gare routiere, and invariably we are involved in the confusion pre-departure. As soon as we cross the threshold of the station, a swarm of young men in leather jackets, beggars, barefoot children and alleged long-time travelers … Continue reading
Marrakesh is one of the four Moroccan imperial cities and its suq, which extends into the heart of the ancient city (Medina), is one of the most lively in North Africa. Nouns, banners or showcases do not exist. Everything you … Continue reading
The first feeling that strikes us is the presence of light, a dazzling and thick light. A light that bathes and transforms, a light that violently animates our bodies. When, from the ocher-colored desert, blossoms this flower of merchants and … Continue reading