I was ecstatic to leave Marrakech. I don’t doubt that there’s an amazing amount of history there and plenty to see if one seeks it out, but I was completely over it in less than two days. My list of grievances against the ancient city included an over-crowded hostel with a leechy pervert whose path I kept crossing, countless objectified monkeys on chains in the … Continue reading A Month in Morocco: Atlas Dragons
On my first night at the Equity Point Hostel in the Marrakech medina, I sat on the second floor lounge and wrote in my journal. The energy of the place was surprisingly relaxing. The woman at the front desk told me I arrived during their “calm hour” and should expect things to get a little crazy. When it started to get loud downstairs, I was … Continue reading A Month in Morocco: Intuition
As I boarded the train to Marrakech I found an empty, 6-seat private box and claimed it as my own. Wasn’t long before I was joined by an older woman wearing a djellaba and headscarf. She gave me a quick glance, piled her three bags on floor then balled up into a fetal position and took a nap on the bench. As I watched the … Continue reading A Month in Morocco: God-Willing
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