Maroc In A Week III

Now that we were in Morocco, a trip to the desert was, of course, on top of the priority list. I was excited. We packed our bags and went to bed early.

Day 5 & 6 : Sahara Trip

We were lucky to find a company that offered us good price for our 2D1N excursion to Zagoura, which includes pitstops at Ourzazate and Moroccan ancient fortress known as Kasbah. Ourzazate is a lovely small town located at the beginning of Sahara desert, which is reflected in its name that bears the meaning 'the door of the desert'.

The Kasbah

And we went to Morocco's very own Universal Studio.

Next, the camel ride (that hurt my butt !!). My camel went berserk, going round and round in a circle, while I was on it. Scary! And I was asked to jump down :( haishh..

But first, headgear for Berber women

We spent a night in the desert in a Berber-style tent. There was bonfire at the centre of the campsite, where we all gathered after dinner, watched them playing some traditional instrument and sing along to some berber songs.

In front of the tent

On the way back from Sahara, we stopped by another Kasbah where there are still families residing within the walls. These men were so nice to bring us girls around because the boys were in too much pain after the camel ride.

We went to see one of the men's kitchen, his room, his living room, then they offered us Argan oil massage (which we refused politely hehe) and wanted to exchange facebook emails.

I was so dark after a night in the desert

So yea, if you've been following the last two posts, you'll realise that we've now got two pages of a notebook full of email addresses. Some even left us their phone numbers. Such goody-jolly-boogie-doo these Moroccans are, and now you understand why I love the country so much.

Since it was our final night in Marrakesh, we decided to go to Djemaa El Fna, the most prominent square in the city where you'll find shops selling food, their popular orange juice, story-tellers, snake performances, fortune tellers and street games. The sight and the atmosphere were marvellous.

The next day was our flight back. Before going to the airport, we went to the souk again for the very last time. Boarding the London-bound airplane, we knew deep in our heart that we'd miss Morocco, because of the weather especially and the also people.

We touched down at nine pm, and London was wet and gloomy. It remained dark and depressing for the next 48 hours.. see!! You'll know what I mean if you were here :)

The End