Added by Vicky on October 3, 2017
Anyone who has ever taken an organised minibus tour will understand what I mean when I say that you only see what you are shown. And our Christmas tour around Morocco was no different. While we had hoped to get out into the ‘real Morocco’ — away from the caricature markets of Marrakech — what we, in fact, got was a string of carefully-choreographed slices of life, performed by people who all appeared to be personal friends of our driver.
If I was going to see the real Morocco, I would have to get out and see it for myself, under my own steam — away from the constant herding of Abdul and his endless cries of “Yalla! Yalla!” aimed at hurrying us along.
As it was, our rest day back in Marrakech provided just such an opportunity.
As a massive