Er Rachidia to Ouarzazate, Morocco

In Azrou, we were able to have a hot drink and the usual baguette and jam breakfast that is traditional in the hotels and a French habit. The bread is never served on a plate and it seems you have to cut and spread it either on your hand, on the table top, or if you are lucky on a serviette that they give you. It's a curious habit and of course all of the above get covered with crumbs, butter or jam!

We managed to get onto a bus that was leaving at about 9.30 and there was plenty of room. Quite a lot of the women on the bus had tattoos on their forehead and between the nose and lip. It is supposed to protect them from evil spirits. The Berber women don't wear veils but do have a headscarf.



We climbed up through the Middle Atlas mountains that became drier and rockier. The Ziz gorge was pretty spectacular and the road thankfully, in great condition.

We arrived at the bus station in Er Rachidia and tried a budget hotel that was recommended in our guide book. It was disgusting, so found a cleaner and more comfortable one near the bus station. Straight across the street was a cafe where we ordered a chicken salad. The place was not only a cafe but also a restaurant and brand new hotel. The manager was keen to show us the place and informed us that it had not had one guest yet and was probably hoping that we would be his first ones.

Er Rachidia is a popular stop for visitors who go onto visit the 150m high sand dunes in Merzouga near the Algerian border. The border between the two countries is closed. The town was established by the French as a regional capital where they had their Foreign Legion fort. It still has huge areas of military barracks.



Pink seems to be a favourite colour to paint building both in the country and in the city. Some of the design features are often painted in contrast colours and bricks in the traditional step design add a pattern to the otherwise plain roof.

Some places are elaborately decorated.

We arrived at Ouarzazate and got a petit taxi to the main square where we checked into a hotel overlooking it. It was the middle of the day and pretty hot and there was hardly anyone in the square. As the day cooled more and more people came out and as the sunset the stall holders came on force to set up. There were lots of stalls with second hand clothing and shoes as well as the usual Chinese plastic houseware. Some men had bits of wire and old tools while others had boxes of brand new juicers, blenders, pressure cookers and coffee makers. Families flooded the place with babies in strollers and never left until about 1am.

Our room had no fan or air con and we had to keep our window open and it was difficult to sleep with so much racket. Moroccan children don't just cry when they are unhappy or don't get their own way. They have this infuriating habit of crying and then follow it with a high pitched long loud squeal. It goes on and on and the parents don't seem bothered by it. It's torture when there are two or three of them in your bus!



From our hotel we could see the piles of traditional cooking dishes called tagines.



We set off after one night and got another bus to take us back to Marrakech through interesting terrain.



There are numerous kasbah between here and Marrakech. They are essential fortified tribal villages. They are well decorated and look like giant sandcastles. Some are over 100 years old and need a lot of maintenance as the rain erodes the walls. Many are used as hotels.

The Ouarzazate region has been the film set for many movies including, Lawrence of Arabia, Alexander the Great, Gladiator, and Black Hawk Down to name a few. From the bus we saw the Atlas Film Corporation Studios and at a major roundabout in the city there is a model of a giant film reel.



We drove alongside many palmeries that ran for kilometres in the valleys. In these oases settlements, small holding farmers may have about thirty palms per family and in a good year can produce a thousand kilos of dates; the market rate is about $1NZ per kilo. Unfortunately the effect of drought and the Bayoud fungal disease have a caused a lot of problems for the families here.


Our bus with air con that worked reasonably well.

We stopped in front of this shop/restaurant. Passengers got out and bought goat meat from the butcher next door and then gave it to the cook. He put the meat in a wire grill and fanned his charcoals into action. None of the targines sitting on their small charcoal holders were ready so I guess they would be for the evening meal.

In the towns and along the roadsides there are tables set out with geode, ammonites, and trilobites for sale.

As we got closer to Marrakech there were more wildflowers and this valley was attractive with its oleanders in flower.

Watermelons and cantelopes for sale on the outskirts of Marrakech.

We headed back to spend a few days in Anette's aprtment in M'hamid to get ready to walk in the Atlas mountains now that we are cough free again.

Azrou and Er Rachidia, Morocco

We enjoyed our relaxing stay in Fes where we mostly had the dar to ourselves. The staff came in the morning to give us a huge breakfast of different kinds of bread and then returned in the evening to turn on lights and check for online registrations. As there was no one booked in the day we left we were able to hang around for our 7.30pm bus to Azrou. It was a short, but hot walk to the gare routiere where all the buses were.

My cough was still lingering so we put off the plan to walk in the Atlas mountains until later. Luckily we did as Omar, our neighbour and mountain guide in the Marrakesh apartment, had to go back to his mountain village to visit his sick mother. We could also have made a circuit through Casablanca and Rabat on the coast but decided to try the route known as Trek es Sultan or Royal Road in the Middle Atlas mountains. It was the trading route for slaves, salt, and other goods carried by caravans of camels through the desert from West Africa.

We really enjoyed the bus ride up the mountains through oak, cork and cedar forest. We were lucky enough to catch a glimpse of several barbary apes foraging under the trees close to the road. The light was fading but we were able to see the steep pitched houses on the hills that looked like they were built to handle snow. We could have been travelling through a Swiss, French, or Slovakian mountain village. There were orange tiled rooves and stone walls. It was quite unlike anything we have seen to date in Africa. The French colonial chiefs came here to escape the heat.

We passed through the modern, clean, expensive town of Ifrane. King Hassan 11 with King Fahd of Saudi Arabia, financed the fee paying university here. It has a mosque, synagogue, andChristian church on campus to encourage tolerance between the faiths. All lectures are in English.



We after a two hour bus ride we spent a night in Azrou in a hotel on the main square. The hotel had a small window overlooking the street and we watched the locals enjoying the evening chatting and playing with their kids until around midnight. The room was pretty hot and in the corner of the room was a an old water radiator heater, another thing we haven't seen for a long time.



We checked out the buses at the station at about 11.30pm and had a local with very good English wanting to help us in exchange for a deposit for a bottle of wine!

We joined the men in the morning for breakfast before catching another bus on to Er Rachidia.
It would have been a place we could have stayed longer at, if we had more time. It was relaxed and pleasant.

Wheat fields

Sheep and goats off to market.




The Berbers are Moroccos original inhabitants. They still speak their ancient languages and recently TV programmes were produced in the Berber language and it is now taught in schools although Arabic is the official language. The Berber herders have their goat hair tents in the fields with their huge herds of goat and sheep.



The storks and their giant nests can be seen perched on power poles, house rooves, or atop the minarets.

Meknes, Morocco

We took a train into Meknes to spend the day, it was a short trip and very pleasant. Looking out the train window you would think you were in Greece or even Turkey, as the scenery was so similar. A man on the train gave us his phone number and told us to visit him but he reeked of alcohol so we decided not to bother. It is certainly most unusual to see anyone drunk and he would only be the second person we have seen in Morocco obviously under the influence.

The streets in the new town were very attractive with trees along each side and the parks were green and well kept. We saw a lot more beggars here on the streets than we have seen anywhere else. Maybe they are deliberately kept away from the tourist areas.

One of the main gates to the old city.

We walked around here but it was not as interesting as Marrakech or Fes and in the middle of the day it was unbearbly hot. We have taken a long time to recover from the coughs we got in St-Louis so it was good to be able to walk long distances without tiring.

Near Meknes is an old Roman ruin but we decided not to bother visiting it as we had seen so many in Italy and some of the Middle Eastern countries.

We did however end up having a milkshake in a McDonald's and enjoying the air conditioned atmosphere. Meknes has nothing like the hassles you get in Fes so it was fun to stroll and look at the souk without being told to 'just look, it's free'.

Fes, Morocco

We had booked into another riad in Fes and were met outside the Medina's old city walls by one of the riad staff. The accommodation was a long way from the main gate and it would have been too difficult to have written directions to follow to find the place. Although the place was called a riad it was small and fitted the category of dar instead. We were the only guests and when the staff left we had the place to ourselves. There were only three double bedrooms and the place had been renovated and operating for only a year. The owners seemed to be based in the UK.

From the terrace we could see all over the old city. Even though we were a stone's throw from the mosque we never heard it in the early hours of the morning. In this photo we are just behind the pink roofed building.



Fes has the world's largest urban car free area and it was so pleasant after Marrakech where you had to avoid motorbikes in the narrow lanes. There were two main pedestrian streets where we could navigate our way to and from our dar to the restaurants, main gate, and markets. There are about 365 mosques in the Medina and we were near the oldest university in the world. There are more than 14,000 dwellings jammed into the old town. The houses have flat rooves and many people escape the heat of the night and sleep on the flat roof. This also means that they chat late into the night and can be heard by all their neighbours. On the rooves we could see men in their underwear washing their bodies during the day. There are still many hammans or bath houses where people go to sweat up, scrub up, and wash up. Families take pottery urns, filled with food, to the hamman fire keeper who puts them in the embers to stew slowly.



It was a lot calmer than Marrakech and there were very few tourists in the Medina. We were joined by Chris and Sam from the US for a couple of nights. Sam is a Peace Corp volunteer working in small business enterprises. We went with them to the new part of the city, Ville Nouveau, where they showed us places to get not only a reasonably cheap beer, but also free tapas to accompany it. It was also here that we saw our first Mc Donald's restaurant since the start of our African trip. There were also the other pizza and fried chicken fast food places too.

The new town had wide boulevards and was built by the French as an administrative area. The fountains were working and in the day the children were swimming in them to keep cool. At night the wide parks in the middle of the streets were busy with families eating ice creams, playing, and spending time in the coolness of the trees. In the open paved squares boys were practising their jumps and turns on their inline skates. Compared with other places we have recently visited, the street lights and traffic lights all work.

Our dar had kept as much of the original mosaic tiles as they could and the very narrow steep stairs were an example of this.



The main lounge area was not as brightly painted as the one we stayed at in Marrakesh. Most of the houses in the Medina have electricity but ours was one of three in the neigbourhood to have running water. In the day we could see people filling containers at the fountains to get household water. It is becoming more and more popular for foreigners to buy properties in the old town and renovate them and we read a book by Suzanna Clarke, a NZer living in Australia, who wrote about her experiences- A House in Fez: Building a Life in the Ancient Heart of Morocco.






John was particularly interested in the hand made plaster work on the ceilings and around the windows. He could see the holes left by the compasses that measured the circles and curves in the designs. They love geometrical shapes.

We went to the working Islamic school that can be visited by non-Muslims and many of the craftsmen that worked on the Alhambra in Spain settled in Fes. The cedar ceilings are an intricate example of Moorish art, laceria: carpentry of knots. Across from the Medersa Bou Inania is the partly renovated water clock. It has thirteen windows and once had brass bowls into which a weight was dropped every hour when the windows were opened.

We could see the tanneries from our dar and luckily the wind didn't blow from that direction as it is really smelly. Pigeon and goat droppings are still used in the tanning process. The street stalls are full of brightly coloured and embroidered slippers made from the animal hides from the tannery. Yellow is the most popular colour for the pointed slippers the locals like to wear.

We walked to the palace gardens one day but they were closed for renovations. John was taking some photos of the palace gates when two men cooling in the shade of a tree leapt up to stop him. It seems you cannot take photos of anything with the Moroccan flag on it but we have never read this any where nor seen any signs prohibiting photos. From here we walked to the Jewish Quarter. Some of the houses here had wooden balconies built into the side of the houses and overlooking the narrow streets. This is a noticeable difference from a Muslim house as they do not want their women folk seen by anyone outside the family. Many of the Jewish families have now emigrated to the US, France or Israel while others now live in Casablanca.

Marrakech, Morocco

The bus we arrived in Marrakech on is owned by the railways and gives priority to passengers connecting with the rail network and stopped not far from the train station. We had booked accommodation on www.hostelworld.com in a renovated riad also spelt riyad. We took a petit taxi from the bus station to the main Djemaa el Fna square. These small taxis can only take three people and each city has a different colour for them.

John recognised the square from his trip with his Manurewa soccer mates in 1975. The horse-drawn carriages, or caleches, are still there waiting for the tourists in the baking hot sun.

In April this year a bomb exploded at the cafe behind this tarpaulined area. Several tourists were killed and now people are wary of visiting Morocco. As we have been in places with no English newspapers, TV, we had to quickly research the internet to learn about the killings. We expected there to be a lot of police around the square and some security checkpoints but there was nothing at all. The locals told us there were not as many tourists as usual but the main season for the European invasion is in July so maybe things will pick up by then. We did however see a few tourists including young families.

In the evening the square is busy with snake charmers, the water sellers in their red hats, men with trained tailless Barbary monkeys, acrobats, and story-tellers who all make money from you when you take photos of them. Groups of musicians play all kinds of instruments; metal castanets, brass pipes, tamborines, as well as traditional two or three-stringed guitars. Locals crowd around the story-tellers who have all sorts of props and costumes to enhance their tales, none of which we can understand as it is entertainment for visiting locals, but you are still asked to make a donation anyway. There are men with rows of teeth they have pulled from desperate and, afterwards, probably grateful victims. The second hand dentures they have will hopefully be sold to someone who needs them. There are stalls of natural therapists with herbs and concoctions to cure all ills. They have dried skins and bones as well as live tortoises, lizards, and chameleons that can mend broken hearts or keep husbands faithful.

Around sunset the mobile food stalls arrive to be set up to cook local dishes and in no time the charcoal grills cover the noisy bustling square in smoke. They compete with the orange juice sellers, dried fruit sellers, restaurants and cafes that line the periphery of the square.

Wrinkled headscarfed old ladies sit in small groups showing photos of their henna designs to all who pass in the hope they can make money from decorating your hands and feet. We met a young Australian girl whose arm was grabbed by one of the women and after a quick scribble to her arm demanded money for the service. We have seen several warnings about henna 'tattoos', as some women use a synthetic carcinogenic additive to make black henna and it can cause burns.

Our riad was in the Medina or old walled-city, a great location, a short walk from the square. We met several young Australian travellers who are doing their OE (Overseas Experience) in the UK and taking advantage of the cheap flights to Morocco.

The place was owned by an English lady and her Moroccan husband. This shot was taken from the top floor looking down to the lounge on the ground floor. It is traditional to have a central courtyard like this. Our room was gloomy with its dark walls trying to hide the moisture leeching behind the walls but it was obvious from the musty smell in the room when the doors were closed. However we only had one night here as we were fortunate to be invited to stay at an apartment owned by Anette from Sweden.

The narrow streets of the Medina.

Anette's apartment is a short bus ride from the square and she uses it to escape the Scandanavian winters that aggravate her arthritis. As she was still in Senegal we had the place to ourselves. Her neighbour is a mountain guide and we hope to be able to do some walking in the Atlas mountains with him later. We enjoyed being able to cook for ourselves and experience life in the suburbs. The local shop keepers were very helpful and seemed to give us a reasonable price for our groceries compared with the service you get in the tourist areas. We were able to give our camping gear a good wash as it will be inspected for bugs, seeds, or soil on our return to NZ. Such unwanteds threaten the bio security of our horticulture and agricultural exports.

The temperature on the day we took the train to Fes.


The beautiful main station building.

The train ride was our first long distance train since we left South Africa. The only other trains we have taken this trip were the ones to get to the fan park in Cape Town. This train was air conditioned and was so much more interesting than the buses as we met lots of different people who sat beside us. In the buses no one seems to chat to you, but in the train they face you or are next to you and it is easy to get a conversation going. These two sisters spoke very little English but we had a great chat. I carry some pictorial books on the Bay Of Plenty where we live and some others showing various places in NZ so they are always a good way to share when we have run out of all we can say and have a long time to spend together. I also have a map that shows where NZ is and it is surprising how many Africans don't know where Europe is in relation to Africa.