Although you would imagine that a city in a semi-arid climate would look dull and desolate, quite the opposite is true of Marrakech, the heart of the exotic African country Morocco. From the intricately tiled railway station to the exotic architecture of the riads, Marrakech is a mythical marvel. For university students used to going away for party weekends by driving to Brighton or taking a quick flight to Amsterdam, Marrakech was an eye-opener. It is old and new at the same time, both chaotic and peaceful and very, very mysterious. This was not just a party place; it had culture and a heartbeat like only African countries have. Continue reading My First African Experience – Morocco
I used to be like every other holiday-maker. Until I fell in love with a strange and mysterious, dangerous and exotic place: Africa.
My first African adventure was a five day trip to Morocco while I was still studying. Although Morocco was only a short flight away from Spain, just over an hour, it was very obviously on another continent and
to Europe. The people, the smells, the sounds – even the air was foreign to me. I was completely overwhelmed and the days flew by very quickly. I returned, covered in insect bites and with the knowledge that I am going to be back in Africa as soon as I could manage it – even though I didn’t quite know why. Continue reading When the African Travel Bug (and Other Bugs) Bit Me