Marrakesh: The Final Chapter

I know this has been a long time coming, to be honest I wanted to get all these posts written quickly before the memory of Morocco was fading away, but with Christmas, Essay and a general case of the lazies (and FB crapping out on me) it never got done. After this I still have my top Morocco tips to pass on as well so I'll have to pull my finger out and make sure that's done before I go to Dublin, the life of a traveller. Anyway on with the story ......

So the next morning we awoke to Marrakesh and it was a whole new world. The markets were VERY busy but not intimidating, and we got right into it and started to haggle. Of course you won't get anything for the price that a local would but we gave it our very best and got a lot of bargains. Scarves for £3, Bags for £2.50, Earrings for 50p. Marrakesh in December is perfect, just in time to get some great Christmas shopping bargains and it was a nice 15 degrees so you didn't walk about feeling like your face was going to melt off.

Shots of the Markets at Marrakesh make you realise how far from home you really are.

The markets were really stunning and we had a lot of fun pushing prices down to the bare minimum often walking off and trying other stalls and always getting called back READ MORE>>

Marrakesh: and so the journey continues!

Firstly, I hope that everyone had a really lovely Christmas and got everything they wanted (I got my pac-a-mac and hike bag) and hope you are looking forward to the new year. And onwards ...

I must admit that the train the Marrakesh while perfectly pleasant in terms of comfort (despite it's 7 hour length), beautiful views and of course Western toilets, was a bad one for me and Emily due to our shattered spirits. I felt like going home I even at one point seriously wanted to go straight to the airport and just sit around til our flight.

That's how sad I was.


Luckily, as we were pulling into Marrakesh the sun was setting and the view of the city was stunning especially by night. And we arrived and we then headed immediately to Mcdonald's after scarfing down 2 tins of pringles on the train. We were sick of all things Moroccan.

Marrakesh train station was a sight for sore eyes.

I tried my French I'm sure I got the words right but leaning over and asking for "grande pommes frites" was simply met with a disgusted look and a reply of  "Do you speak English?" READ MORE>>