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A Stop Over in Morocco

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At the end of our two week family holiday in Spain we headed down southward towards Morocco, where we’d planned an overnight stay before flying home.  And let me tell you, it’s an experience worth writing about.

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DAY ONE

Luckily my Mum had hired some sort of “tour guide” to meet us on the other side and help show us around.

I can’t remember the man’s name – I’m a bad person, I know – but he was really friendly and straight away lead us down these really narrow streets (alleys essentially), past dozens of locals, until we winded up at our hotel.

It was absolutely beautiful, honestly.  Everything was brightly coloured; the walls, the scattered rugs, the tiles.  It

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After dumping our suitcases and changing – the temperate had crept slightly – we decided to head out for some food.  Plus our handy “tour guide” was eager to show us around.  He introduced us to a restaurant which had a pre-set menu, meaning we could be served anything.

Food wise I was a little apprehensive.  I had no idea what traditional Moroccan food was so, because I’m dramatic, expected the worst.

And my fears were almost confirmed when the first dish was brought out.  I can only begin to describe it as a boiled chicken leg sat in a pot of broth.  Not exactly mouth watering cuisine.

Let’s just say, my little sister took one look at the dish and burst into tears, envisioning herself starving to death and never making it home, which, okay, was 100% how I was feeling too.

But hey, not all hope was lost.  They brought out several more dishes with chicken skewers and roasted vegetables.  The tears stopped.  And we all happily tucked into those (which turned out to be SO damn nice) .. oh .. except for my parents .. who were kinda stuck with the chicken-y stew to fill them up.

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DAY TWO

The next day we woke early to go “shopping” and browse the small market stalls in what I can only presume was the main centre of the city.  It was all so intriguing.  Some streets were very chaotic with people desperately trying to call you into their shops.

One guy – who happened to be a Ben Kinsley lookalike – was particularly successful .. and as you can see had us trying on all the traditional wear.

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We also stumbled across a guy who was sat cross legged behind a woven basket with .. yes, you guessed it .. a snake inside.  Clichéd I know.  But he delighted in draping it around our necks whilst we took photos (much to my unease).

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Whilst exploring some caves

There was a gap created between these two rocks that was a silhouette in the exact shape of Africa.  How.  Damn.  Cool.

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The final highlight of our trip were the camels.  I think everyone has wondered what it would be like to ride a camel, so you can relate when say I was extremely excited to give it a go.  It was absolutely hilarious.

I would definitely love to go back to Morocco and see more of this country.  It was beautiful and so incredibly surreal.  Until next time.

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