JJ Weeks

Jam* packed day! And feeeling sleepy so will keep it punchy.

Firstly, a marmalade* packed breakfast, chomping down some pancakes and pastries with Olaf and Ola, our new Norwegian friends/toothpaste beggars. Scoured the market all morning for some goodies, and admired all sorts of wacky things for sale including countless live tortoises and shark eggs for a 'discount price'. And the market really does go on and on.. and on in this city. Had a good meander at the Madrasa Ben Yousef and its delectable architecture, then mingled around the mosque, either side of a pitstop to glug down some peculiar juices.

Headed out to the Agafay Desert, and dappered ourselves up with some traditional clobber before gallantly riding our beloved camels, who we lovingly named Camel-a Harris, Donald Hump and Baractrian Obama respectively (they're such lovely creatures!). We then guzzled down some local tea and were soon whisked away for quad biking. Zoomed all over the rocky desert while looking out upon the wall of snowcrested peaks in the Atlases. After an hour of putting pedal to the metal, it was dinner time. With the sun setting on the horizon, we arrived at our desert retreat, where we tucked away some hearty tajine, got down and dirty to the traditional music (Moroccan dudes absolutely shredded on the guitar and bongos) and got our eyebrows singed by an impressive fire performer! John got friendly with the Croydon massive on the return leg to Marrakech, where JJ's evening bartering earnt him some more insults (and a Maradona shirt for the same price of two packs of biscuits.)

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