Tag: morocco
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051 | Strangers :: Tangier, Morocco, 2016
The hotel we stayed at in Tangier was owned by a French woman. She had an eclectic collection of art and cooked a mean breakfast. While giving a tour of the beautiful rooftop that lets us see all the way to the coast of Spain, we heard some loud music and laughter from across the…
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050 | Strangers :: Chefchauen, Morocco, 2016
The very fashionable Berber merchant we met in the Blue City, who warned us about the overzealous merchants in the rest of Morocco, and told us his secret to getting through all the boring days of shopkeeping is smoking his worries away.
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007 | Night :: Chefchauen, Morocco, 2016
I don’t usually explore cities at night. It’s an unfortunate necessity of traveling alone as a woman. For the most part I’m happy with that arrangement, as I don’t particularly care about the party scene, and at the end of a long day of exploring, I’m happy to unwind and go to bed early to…
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Moroccan Diary – Book 5
Marrakech is usually people’s first stop in Morocco, but it was our last. The drive was long, and by the time we arrived, it was already the end of day. The city was as chaotic as Fes, our driver couldn’t even get us to our hostel, with the narrow streets and endless traffic. Our hostel…
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Moroccan Diary – Book 4
We left Fes in the wee hours of the morning, while the streets were still quiet. It was cold and got colder as we drove out of the city. I took a quick nap in the car, and woke up to what seemed to be a different world: The scenery continued changing during the long…
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Moroccan Diary – Book 3
It turned out that the bus we got on to go to Fes was a local one, and our 3.5 hour journey extended to 6 hours. I started reading Viktor Frankl’s Man’s Search for Meaning, which turned out to be quite depressing. Although, it did make me feel guilty about my discontent regarding the bus ride. Life…
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Moroccan Diary – Book 2
The second book was The Slow Regard of Silent Things from Patrick Rothfuss’ Kingkiller Chronicles. I had devoured the first two books, but the wait for the third chronicle has been long and arduous. I started reading in the morning while waiting for breakfast. The hotel’s decorative style is best described as eclectic, and the breakfast room epitomized it…
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Moroccan Diary – Book 1
The first book was Crake and Oryx. It was my third Margaret Atwood, and I was struggling. But it’s takes a lot for me to leave a book unfinished, so I trudged on. The flight to Madrid was long, and by the time we got on the tiny plane to Tangier, I was halfway done.…