Getting out of Casablanca was a rather confusing affair. There appeared to be some kind of riot going on at the gate although it was also possible that this was just how Moroccans talk. Mind you, it did feature a lot of storming off and people just deciding to wander onto the tarmac in search of the plane until the police ordered them back in. There was a gate change for my flight with some official making a guttural kind of noise - luckily, I checked - he had actually said "Marrakech". I had thought he was just clearing his throat.
I arrived at our Riad, a Moroccan house, essentially, with an enclosed courtyard, at about 2.15 am whereupon, I was greeted with the traditional mint tea and warm hospitality. Nonetheless, my bed was the most welcome sight for me. It had taken about 20 hours door-to-door to get here.
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Plotting the route - sheer fiction |
Our riad is located at the northern tip of the Medina, as the enclosed part of the town is called. This is very much a maze of alleyways and lane ways. Lanes do not run into any main streets, they just run into other lanes and, what with everything being so closed in, there are no reference points. It also doesn't help that all of the buildings are done in a kind of pink daub and that while the streets do have names, you were lucky if you could see these.
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It did not look like this on the map |
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At least someone knows where they are |
Well, of course it wasn't very long before we'd taken a wrong turn and were very much disorientated. Now, every single article you read on Marrakech talks about getting lost. And how much fun it is. Well, it's not quite the jolly wheeze it sounds. We ended up being given advice by all manner of helpful people who then turned around and wanted money, although we could see this coming, so we managed to avoid it altogether or talk our way out of it but it gets tiresome very quickly.
As it turned out, we did see quite a few sites accidentally. which, given how far we wandered, it would have been hard not to have done. We'd been steered towards the tanneries at one point. That looked like back-breaking, not to mention very smelly, work. Apparently it involves soaking and treating the skins (lamb, cow and camel) in lime, pigeon poop (you read that right) and mimosa.
To add to the general confusion, today was the day before the big feast they were going to be having tomorrow (
Eid-al-Adha). What this meant was a lot of people, a lot of traffic and a lot of sheep, who if they were rattled now, had no idea how bad it was going to be tomorrow...
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All kinds of traffic |
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Bikes and donkeys wait for cars |
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Tomorrow's Feast... For some |
Having now wandered (and wondered) for over 6 hours, we decided to call it quits and head for home. Now, we had been given a map and a set of directions on how to get back from the main market. These instructions involved 16 steps. Sixteen! This, however, is rather like that Irish joke: "How do you get to Dublin?"
"Oooh, I wouldn't start from here."
Those sixteen steps weren't much use until we could find the starting point...
At one point, we dropped in on a museum as it had free wi-fi and anywhere out of the sun at this point was very welcome. The proprieter even made us a cup of tea as we plonked down on the sofas in the main exhibition area. The next tourists may have thought we were part of the exhibition. We then made our way up to the roof terrace to get our bearings. Luckily, we could make out a mosque and decided to heard towards that. Back down in the laneways however, it was all very difficult, very quickly- "How did we manage to lose a mosque?", posed Paul. As it turned out, the mosque we were looking at wasn't the right one anyway and talk us further off course, although it is a fine looking mosque!
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Mosques- definitely easier to spot from the roof |
After further wanderings, we stumbled into the main market and found the pot plant shop that were mentioned in step 1. This was like a treasure map! We were so pleased with our progress, we had to stop for a smoothie at step 5! It was with some relief that we finally reached our hotel. These places really are oases of sanity.
Venturing back out later, but being careful not to go more than 6 steps away from our hotel, we enjoyed a delicious meal on a terrace accompanied by some bongo music but sadly, no Berbershop Quartet or Moroccan Roll to end the day on a pun-filled note...
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The laneways - also best viewed from above... |