It was a long bus ride to Mhamid, the very last stop on it’s route from Marrakech. By the time we’d rolled in it was fairly late, so Anita and I were eager to get to our workaway where we’d be helping with some natural building in the Sahara Desert for the next four days. […]Read more "Mhamid El Ghizlane"
We drove through rolling mountains and small villages, passing seemingly thousands of argan trees and stray goats before finally arriving in manic Marrakech. The first thing that hit us was the traffic. It seemed like everyone had their own rules, weaving erratically between each other and completely ignoring the marked lanes. It wasn’t as bad […]Read more "Marrakech"
We slowly made our descent from the mountain riad, taking in the magnificent view for the last time before dropping our bags at the roundabout which joined the highway to Essaouira. As it was a direct road and only a short three hour drive, we planned for the first time to hitch hike our way […]Read more "Essaouira"
After enduring enough bone-chilling winter in England, Netherlands, Germany and Switzerland, we were well and truly ready for somewhere warm. Not only were we yearning for some heat, but as Anita’s been travelling with her Australian passport she is only permitted to travel within the Schengen Area for 90 days within a total of 180. […]Read more "Taghazout"