Having been to Morocco 3 times over the past 18 months, it is pretty clear that I love Morocco. Coming from the UK, I can be in Africa, submersed into a whole different culture in just 4 hours. However, my love for Morocco is a little bit more than this. But one city has captured my attention – Marrakesh.
Morocco has it all – sea, city, culture, mountains and desert.
We were riding out into the Sahara Desert as the sun was about to set. I clung on for dear life as the vigorous sway of the camel had left me leaning heavily to one side. Moody Mohammad seemed to be in a hurry, to much so to show any type of sympathy to this idiotic girl who couldn’t stay on the camel for just 45 minutes. But who could have blamed him, it’s Ramadan and it’s time to break his fast. With each step he was closer to having a sip of water and some food which he had gone without since sunrise in the 40 degree heat.
My hair was frozen, my sunglasses were attached to my face with ice, and my fingers! What fingers? I couldn’t feel them. The view was none existent, in fact I could only just see my guide who was a metre in front as we trudged down Toubkal.
Hi there, I'm Kathy from the North of England. In 2008 I went from package holidays to traveling solo around the world and now I have visited over 55 countries. My passion is exploring the road less traveled and being immersed in different cultures.
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