4. Marakech: A medieval city that never seems to sleep
A few minutes navigating the narrow alleyways of the Marrakech Medina are enough to make you realize you have entered a different world. The streets and curves of the Medina quarter are buzzing with tourists, merchants,touts,mopeds, cars, and donkeys. It is a labyrinth where one tries to dodge motorbikes and watch out for pick-pocketeers from bumping into you. It's this overwhelming experience and chaos that makes the Riad's a perfect place to escape the madness and relax.
Day 6 (Ait Benhaddou to Marrakech)I spent some more time exploring the Kasbah in the morning and headed towards Marrakech with my two French travel mates. This drive was supposed to be the most difficult one as it cuts across the High Atlas range. But listening to each other’s playlists on the way made the whole experience easy and we reached the fascinating city of Marrakech by 5 pm. We headed straight to our hostel called Riad Dia, inside the medina.
Marrakech, the hub of night life, a city that never sleeps especially over the weekends. It is a city which runs practically on tourists. There is never a point where tourists are not roaming around the roads of the city. There is a Film city in Marrakech where many films have been shot, such as Gladiator, Mummy and Body of Lies. It is huge, the entire set is massive, there are ships and thrones, and many other objects. Through Marrakech one can also visit the Sahara desert, which is magnificent. There are hover boards, or jeeps one can hire which you can drive around the desert. Also there are camel rides which one can take, and stay in the desert for a night. The desert in the night is beautiful yet scary, as you cannot see anything except the stars. The tents that placed in the desert for the stay are extremely comfortable. Also the people make fresh dinner accompanied with bonfire arrangement. In the night there are guards who are keeping a watch out for the foxes that come out only at night.
After I booked our trip to Turkey, I started researching the lamps I was looking for. I realized that they weren't Turkish lamps at all. They were Moroccan lamps. Oh boy, I should've done my research first. So, now I had some explaining to do to my hubby. "So, the lamps aren't Turkish, they're Moroccan. We need to go to Morocco," I said. He laughed, "And you already booked our trip to Turkey? Ok, well, what are we going to do?" This is where I'm grateful to be married to a man who embraces my crazy. "We're going to Morocco, too. I'm going to add it to our trip," I replied.