It's been a while since I've blogged about my travels. I decided not to blog on places that are frequently visited by many tourists like cities in the US, or Paris. However this trip with my boyfriend was different. Morocco, or at least the non touristic parts of it, are pretty much unique and unknown for a lot of travellers, especially from Israel. Morocco is off the beaten path for many of us.
I knew it's a whole new world which I don't really know. I knew it'll be different, chaotic, hot, tasty and beautiful. Although I must admit - it was all beyond imagination.
I'm back in Berlin now, and will release these posts about Morocco which I wrote during our trip.
From Berlin we took a flight to Brussels, where we connected to a Brussels Airlines flight direct to Marrakech. The first shock was the airport itself. We walked from the plane to the terminal. On the way we were merged together with other passengers who were about to depart. But somehow we made our way to the terminal building paving our path though the chaotic crowd. There we had to queue up for about an hour for the passport control. Even the people arriving from domestic flights were somehow merged with us. Then they realized they were in the wrong queue, and just walked around the immigration counters. As we found our taxi driver who was waiting for us for about two hours we made our way to the riad where we stayed. A riad is a Moroccan house, but mostly refers to a simple small hotel, or more like a family ran bed and breakfast. The location of the riad was in the medina, the old town, where cars rarely enter. The riad owner's mum came to pick us up to a point, where the taxi could go no further. After the essential bargain with the taxi driver Maruan's mom walked us to the riad. We explored the maze of narrow streets while trying not to be hit by one of those crazy motorbike drivers that were running amok all over the place. I would be totally unable to follow up or path in that labyrinth.
A warm welcome back to the 19th century.
Then after like ten minutes we arrived to a door in a very narrow sidestreet. Entering that door lead us to a complete different world, of which signs could not be seen from outside. The door lead to a beautiful court with a palm and an orange tree in the middle. The two stories building around the court is the riad itself. Maruan, and his Belgian wife greeted us very friendly and showed us around the place. The rooms opened from the court. They served us mint tea with some Moroccan sweets, which were life saving. The entire place is a silent oasis in the crazy pulse of the medina. It's super clean. Every single object that is located here from a simple chair to the window frames was just amazingly beautiful.
After a short consultation with Maruan we decided to eat out in a nearby restaurant. It was the "le foundouk" restaurant. We were lead all the way up to the terrace, where we are our first Moroccan tageen. Lamb with prunes and almonds with some delicious semi sweet sauce and couscous.
The dominant taste provided by this traditional manner of cooking spoils the tongue, and makes its way directly to the long term memory of the brain which never will get deleted or faded out.
I knew it's a whole new world which I don't really know. I knew it'll be different, chaotic, hot, tasty and beautiful. Although I must admit - it was all beyond imagination.
I'm back in Berlin now, and will release these posts about Morocco which I wrote during our trip.
From Berlin we took a flight to Brussels, where we connected to a Brussels Airlines flight direct to Marrakech. The first shock was the airport itself. We walked from the plane to the terminal. On the way we were merged together with other passengers who were about to depart. But somehow we made our way to the terminal building paving our path though the chaotic crowd. There we had to queue up for about an hour for the passport control. Even the people arriving from domestic flights were somehow merged with us. Then they realized they were in the wrong queue, and just walked around the immigration counters. As we found our taxi driver who was waiting for us for about two hours we made our way to the riad where we stayed. A riad is a Moroccan house, but mostly refers to a simple small hotel, or more like a family ran bed and breakfast. The location of the riad was in the medina, the old town, where cars rarely enter. The riad owner's mum came to pick us up to a point, where the taxi could go no further. After the essential bargain with the taxi driver Maruan's mom walked us to the riad. We explored the maze of narrow streets while trying not to be hit by one of those crazy motorbike drivers that were running amok all over the place. I would be totally unable to follow up or path in that labyrinth.
A warm welcome back to the 19th century.
Then after like ten minutes we arrived to a door in a very narrow sidestreet. Entering that door lead us to a complete different world, of which signs could not be seen from outside. The door lead to a beautiful court with a palm and an orange tree in the middle. The two stories building around the court is the riad itself. Maruan, and his Belgian wife greeted us very friendly and showed us around the place. The rooms opened from the court. They served us mint tea with some Moroccan sweets, which were life saving. The entire place is a silent oasis in the crazy pulse of the medina. It's super clean. Every single object that is located here from a simple chair to the window frames was just amazingly beautiful.
After a short consultation with Maruan we decided to eat out in a nearby restaurant. It was the "le foundouk" restaurant. We were lead all the way up to the terrace, where we are our first Moroccan tageen. Lamb with prunes and almonds with some delicious semi sweet sauce and couscous.
The dominant taste provided by this traditional manner of cooking spoils the tongue, and makes its way directly to the long term memory of the brain which never will get deleted or faded out.
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