The sun glistening sea welcomed us warmly as we approached the coastal village of Sidi Kaouki – one of Michel’s favourite getaways. The rental car had performed well down the three hour stretch of road which ran a straight line from Marrakech to Essaouira – not once did it fall asleep! We...

Nobody likes losing things, especially something personal. I felt sad when my words departed on a bus to Marrakech, as I stood helplessly, in a state of panic and confusion at the side of the road. They were more than just words, they were ideas; thoughts; emotions; and feelings about myself, and...

I sunk deeper into my chair; soothed by the sounds of Ulrich Schnauss, as the morning cries of Marrakech faded into a tranquil bliss. The engine roared to life, and the bus pulled out of the station, weaving through the rush of traffic, as kids on motorbikes screamed past, protected by religious...

I clung onto the back seat of an old, shoddy Mercedes Benz, as the driver overtook everything in his path. I was on my way to Imlil, and had somehow ended up in my own private taxi. Anyone who has travelled via taxi in Morocco will know how crazy they drive –...

The train to Marrakech was long, but writing, listening to music, and gazing out of the window made the trip seem a lot shorter. I said in a previous post how I was impressed with the condition of the train to Fes, and that maybe I was lucky – I was! None...

I spent my last evening in Tangier browsing the web looking at places to visit in Morocco. It wasn’t long before I stumbled upon moroccobackpacking.com – a blog about just that. In one of his posts there was talk of a village just outside of Tangier called Chefchaouen. From looking at pictures...

I’m sitting at my favourite cafe. It’s on a corner which runs alongside Mohammed V. The coffee here is great, hence why I come here for breakfast every morning. I love people watching, and by doing so I’ve realised that the locals love people watching too. I can see the Moroccan flag...