Morocco

Şubat 2025
JJ, John & Richard tarafından 8 günlük bir macera Okumaya devam et

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  • Day 1: Marrakech

    4 Şubat, Fas ⋅ ☀️ 17 °C

    After an interrogation at the border thanks to John forgetting to apply for a visa (ffs John!!), the bus plonked us down slap bang in the middle of Marrakech, where we were dazzled by snakes, monkeys and a melee of mayhem in Jema el-Fnaa (the main square). We navigated the maze of alleyways, being bombarded by battalions of mopeds, and marvelling at the trinkets of the medina on our merry way. We were finally greeted to our hotel by the self-proclaimed 'Salah the GOAT' (be sure to cop that merch of his btw🔥)

    After some time vegetating, we then set out for dinner, passing up on MarocDonalds and Berber King in favour of three different restaurants (John's fault), where we eventually chowed down on some mysterious flavours. A meander back to the room saw us pick up some SIM cards and JJ being told to buy a new pair of glasses after insulting a street seller with some aggressive lowballing. Not sure what his problem was tbf, I only asked for an 87% discount (I reckon he'll still come round.)

    And that's a wrap for day one. Stay tuned for tomorrow, where John gets abducted by aliens and Richard gets flashed by a nun. Night all!
    Okumaya devam et

  • Day 2: Marrakech & Agafay

    5 Şubat, Fas ⋅ ☀️ 18 °C

    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.)

    That's all folks!
    Okumaya devam et

  • Day 3: Imlil

    6 Şubat, Fas ⋅ ☀️ 17 °C

    Dolled up in our Arab blues and got galloping on some camels once again, this time giddying up on David Camel-on, Theresand May, and Liz Truss (just the normal one). It was a hop skip and a jump onto our next activity, stopping for some more traditional tea in Asni between learning about the earthquake which devastated the area in 2023 and getting the lowdown on local Argan oil. Rabiaa our yummy mummy guide then took us on a gentle hike up to some waterfalls, where we bottomless brunched on freshly squeezed orange juice.

    After a spot of tajine, we found our way to Peaks View guesthouse, perched aloft on the mountainside. It was a confused welcome from Mostafa, who immediately warned us against climbing up to the Tizi Mzik pass with the sunlight dying at 5pm. But we set out regardless and it wasn't long before his concerns were confounded by some fellow hikers. 'You'll never make it!' they exclaimed. But alas, we stomped up the snowy slopes and made it to the top to revel in the golden hour light, where herds of goats came flooding through at 2,500m.
    Okumaya devam et

  • Day 4: Imlil

    7 Şubat, Fas ⋅ ☀️ 9 °C

    Top day in the mountains!

    Mustafa treated us to a bountiful breakfast, fit even for kings. We then spent some time mulling over whether or not to hire a guide and go ham trying to touch Toubkal. In the end we decided to settle for the budget friendly and logistical option, with a luscious hike alone up the other side of the valley. We were treated to some delightful views of the Atlas massif crusted in snow capped glory.

    The ascent was a pure vintage display from us, and we stopped halfway up for some fake Fanta at a well placed café to soak in the scenery. Once we reached the ridge line, we stopped to enjoy some lunch. Yesterday our crisp brand was called 'Chipsy D'Or'; today, it was Leader Chips (with a side of choccy milk). But we pushed on beyond where many hikers called it quits in an attempt to summit Aourirt n'Ouassif. On the onward path, we enjoyed the views out over drops either side of the knife-edge, including a striking sight to the flats. The path at this section was increasing in exposure and Richard's excitement escalated beyond biology (ground squirrels or something??), as he began scrambling frenetically up the rock face. At this point, and an altitude of 2,700m, with John questioning why the hell he's friends with us, we decided it best we turn around. Not quite the tip top, but a bloody lovely day nonetheless.
    Okumaya devam et

  • Day 5: Taghazout

    8 Şubat, Fas ⋅ ☀️ 17 °C

    Loaded up on another hearty breakfast overlooking the morning mountains where we met fellow guest Matt, a free soul who had plenty to share about visas and trucker life. Said our sad goodbyes to Mustafa and set out on a big journey, first by taxi to Marrakech, then onto Agadir by bus, and a final hop in a Taghazout taxi.

    Got comfy in our room and enjoyed showers for the first time in a couple of days (or since the start of the trip in Richard's case). Then enjoyed some superior non-tajine food in the town. Much of a transition day.
    Okumaya devam et

  • Day 6: Taghazout & Paradise Valley

    9 Şubat, Fas ⋅ ☀️ 21 °C

    Took a lazy morning and gobbled up our morning bread and jams at the hostel. Wandered out along the sunny beach to Tamraght, a stretch packed with gnarly surfer dudes🤙😜🤙 The waves were ferocious, but not as ferocious as our chat in the A to Z game.

    Lapped up some ice creams at the end of the beach and made it back to scoot off for our tour to Paradise valley. And what a paradise it was, as John Li sweet talked his way into French mademoiselle Lisa's Instagram following. But amid the romance, we were whisked around a botanical garden, learning great fallacies about lavender and lemongrass alike. Next stop was a viewpoint over the Anti-Atlases, where John's abysmal negotiating over a camel statue effectively earned him an argument. The final stop took us to the valley itself, where we grazed the rock pools and clambered up to a view over a sheer drop into a deep ravine.

    After not too long, it was home time again. We perused the town under skies of purple and red, and discovered a seafront restaurant where the sweet taste of Hawai pineapple drink satiated our dry lips.
    Okumaya devam et

  • Day 7: Taghazout & Souss-Massa

    10 Şubat, Fas ⋅ ☀️ 24 °C

    We were raring to go and raced straight to the bus to pick up our rental car in Agadir at the crack of dawn. Richard was immediately dunked in at the deep end, having to get to grips with a gammy clutch in the mayhem of Morocco's rush hour.

    But we made haste towards Souss-Massa, where we enjoyed a splendid tour of the national park, spotting countless Ostriches, Addax and Dorkus (as in, both John and the gazelles). It's incredible how unbothered they were, simply thriving, in their lanes, nonchalantly loving life and just chilling as we were able to basically wander between them.

    Saying goodbye to our bubbly guide, we were back on the tarmac roads to Tifnit, where we felt the beating heat of the sun and witnessed the crashing of the goliath Atlantic waves under a sail of sand dunes. Next stop was to spot some funky birds (for which I'll be honest, I didn't care to even remember their names, but we did spy some Flamingoes from afar).

    The stop back saw us marvel at the sunset from Oufella, a fine fortress overlooking the sprawling city of Agadir.
    Okumaya devam et

  • Day 8: STRAWBERRIES AND ENGLAND

    11 Şubat, İngiltere ⋅ ☁️ 4 °C

    ENGLAND AND CREAM. CREAMY OLD ENGLAND. ENGLAAAAND!! CREAMMM!!

    Back in gloomy old blighty. Enjoyed a final day haggling at the souk, then negotiating the airports, where John fell asleep cuddling his pizza box. Nice!

    The End. Bye.
    Okumaya devam et