Marrakech – a major tourist destination, is in one word, lively. Speeding scooters, vibrant colours, woven goods and stalls of spices (I stocked up on curry powder, paprika, cumin and a house blend) – everything together and all at once was a sensory overload. A trip to the souk was a particularly humbling experience, as I witnessed incredibly hardworking women make henna powder by the grounding of dried leaves of the henna plant. They did this for hours at a time, only taking breaks when customers required their attention. Later in the afternoon, after camel riding, we road-tripped to Ourika Valley for a late lunch where we enjoyed traditional tajine by the river. It was a bittersweet goodbye when it was time to head home to London, that's for sure, but I know I'll be back – and next time it will be with a few spare suitcases – I've been dreaming of colourful poufs and traditional rugs!




As a first timer in Africa, I was super excited to begin my travels of a new continent by visiting Morocco. Over Easter break, Sara and I travelled to Rabat and Marrakech, which both offered a different taste of the culture. Rabat, Morocco’s capital, was my favourite of the two, as it wasn't touristy and felt very authentic, partly thanks to traveling with Sara’s mom, a Moroccan native. Between glasses of hot, fresh mint tea and sweet biscuits, we explored the souks, shopping amongst the locals. Navigating down crowded, narrow alleys, we found our way to bartering (as culturally expected) for keepsakes – beautiful, hand-crafted leather wallets and baby booties (for my expecting friends), spices and pottery. When the heat got the best of us, we would take a break for a freshly squeezed orange juice (for a mere 60 cents) and a few sweet dates. 

Sights I visited and are not to be missed :
– Café Maure - Jardin Des Oudayas
– Mausoleum of Mohammed V
– Chella
– Souk