Five days ago I was in London not expecting to be somewhere so different now, but thanks to Sam we’re sitting by the pool with the amazing landscape of the Atlas Mountains in front of us. Our journey here started off in Marrakech.
The city of Marrakech is so different to anywhere I’ve been before – the people, the culture, and the food. Walking around here does feel like you’re in an Arabian city in the Sahara with a lot of markets (souks) and terracotta-coloured buildings.
The markets are filled with shops selling a range of goods from sandals, clothes, to steel pots. There are a lot of markets scattered around every side street you walk into. At times this might be quite overwhelming as you get persuaded a lot to buy things with common phrases like “Just come and look, it’s free”.
The best part of Marrakech is walking along the side streets as you don’t know what to expect around every corner. Also, it is very easy to get lost as it feels like you’re in a maze.
I wasn’t a big fan of the main square, not only do you get hassled every minute by shamans and men with snakes but it was also really crowded.
Imagine a place filled with amazing landscapes, mountains, culture, peaceful and rural. This is how I would describe the Atlas Mountains! ¬†I’ve never felt so relaxed and meeting the Berber people in traditional villages was the highlight for me.
We took a hiking trip (7 hours long) up in the mountains where we ate lunch at a Berber family house (which was yum!) and then visited a few villages. The Berber people are so welcoming, friendly and it was a joy to mingle with them. Special thanks goes to our guide (Muhammed), as without him we wouldn’t have had such a wonderful experience.