Tuesday, February 21, 2023

Essaouira. Week 1

Essaouira is a small town, at least the Medina where we are staying is small. We're told there are over 75,000 people here but it doesn't feel that big. It only takes about 10-15 minutes to walk any place within the Medina. We managed to cover most of that within the first couple of days quite easily. Most people probably don't visit for 3 weeks but that's our plan and humbly, we are not most people... We have seen many different types of traveler here so far, a large majority French. We've run into our second group of "Cannonball Runners"; that is what I call them anyways. Apparently many people like to drive their version of the Europe to Africa Rally. We ran into an English couple in Chefchaoen that were driving from Sheffield to Banjul, Gambia during a three week "race." They had purchased a car for £500 and were planning on donating it at a charity auction upon completion of the drive. We have now run into a group of Austrians doing a proper Paris to Dakar drive. This is a thing people do. Who knew?

How about some photos instead of me blathering on?


Bait and switch, how about a couple of videos instead.




Lots of interesting Terrasses to explore.

To the left was a weird glass-walled bedroom, I should've taken a photo...

Our first beach walk after dinner.

Not bad for our first sunset.


Pretty sure these guys were the horse ride salesmen filming their promotional video.


Mogador Island.

The view from our first breakfast.

The tide was pretty high on our second day.

No shortage of sand here.

Cat ladies are universal. This one was celebrated in the Christian Cemetery.

The first headstone we've seen that mentions Covid.

They lied, totally not open.

Sadly this is the only photo I have of the best sunset we've had so far. I took it for granted...

Moral of the story, not all sunsets are created equal.

From the Portuguese wall.

Oh yeah, Lucy is still alive.

These are part of the purple islands. I'll let Lucy tell you all about them.

[Okay, I could spend a LOT of time talking about Phoenicians, snails, and textile dyes. Because I am an absolute nerd about this stuff. However, you're just here to look at pretty pictures. So I'll keep it brief and say that when we use the phrase, "to the purple born" or "royal purple" we do so because the dye to make the color was extremely rare, difficult to make, and expensive and thus reserved only for the highest ranks. It was made by using the secretions of the snail Murex, found in a few places in the Mediterranean and here - in Essaouira. There is evidence it's been sourced from Mogador Island since at least 100 BCE. Which is really cool.] 

[[Even more nerdy: did you know that the very first petrochemical dye developed was also a shade of purple? We now call it mauve.]]

Hey bird, get outta my shot.

We've had some pretty nice days here. Obligatory camel shot.

Ho hum

French tourist trap, but it had a nice terrace. Good company too...

So at this place we were speaking to a guy messing with the music and playing with two small dogs. Lucy asks if he owned the place, he said "No, I'm just the sound designer."

Lucy and I about broke our eyes rolling them at that. He was absolutely French.

Bottom line we are enjoying Essaouira so far. Most of our days involve a leisurely prepared breakfast on our rooftop terrace, much reading, and a sunset walk after dinner of 2-3 miles. Life is tough.

~ Brian

Beach bound. The Road to Essaouira

After spending most of our time inland with the exception of a couple of days in Tangier and Rabat we headed on a 3 hour bus ride to Essaouira from Marrakesh. Essaouira is a little surfer/hippie beach town in the south of Morocco that is known for its sardines, Argan trees and having a very relaxed "vibe."

We saw a lot of this in the middle part of our ride. Pretty exciting stuff!

Once we got within an hour or so of the coast we started to see some agriculture pop up. 
These are Olive trees I think...
 
More farms off in the distance.

We saw some much larger, likely corporate farms too.

I didn't manage to get any good photos of the numerous orange farms. They had much larger fences and were more well protected, not conducive to good photos.

Goat TREE?!*%

Did I not mention that the road to Essaouira is known for it's  Goat Trees™? Yes, yes it is. This is only one of the 6 or 8 trees that we passed near Mejji. You can google "goat tree Essaouira" and find this. You're welcome.

The Argan tree preserve just outside of town.

~ Brian

Sunday, February 12, 2023

Marrakech, Fes 2.0?

Well maybe not as bad as Fes but it was certainly a touristy place. We stayed in Marrakech for 4 days on our way to the coast. We have been intentionally breaking our stays in Morocco up so that we don't have any exceptionally long travel days (longer than 4 hours by bus or train). So we ended up in Rabat for a couple of days and decided to try only 4 days in Marrakech with the expectation that it wouldn't be our type of place. I don't envision us returning for any length of time if we don't have to. It's a jumping off place to the desert and the Atlas Mountains while also advertising ATV rides pretty incessantly. It is an easier medina to get around in than Fes (less easy to get lost that is) but it also has much more vehicle traffic in the medina, meaning the air quality is way, way worse. We didn't really get to see the Atlas Mountains at all while we were there. I'm sure on a clear day they would be stunning but alas...

Marrakech does appear to have quite a few Expats living there, I'm not sure if that was a surprise or not but it is something we definitely noticed, Many of them with kids in tow, I assume it is a cheap place to raise a family. There is the Ville Nouveau where it is much more of a French lifestyle. Fes also had the new city which was much more Francophile too. There is a clear difference between the medina and the new city though, we didn't get to explore that as much as we should have, maybe next time? 

So, lots of traffic and smog. The open markets are very interesting but I wouldn't want to smell them in the summer. We also saw more than our fair share of entrails (left out for the cats possibly?). We had our only real negative experience in a Riad so far too. Our place was fairly primitive (open shower with no door and an extremely slow floor drain) but that wasn't the bad part, it was the night that our fellow "riadites" (is that a word?) decided to smoke a hooka downstairs from us and not on the terrace. Since our bathroom had an open window to the stairs we also got to enjoy the smoke, not the best night for us.

We also saw groups of mostly younger folks that appeared to be on hen or stag weekends. It may be that Marrakech is a destination for them, who knew? In any case we were there briefly and if we had it to do over we might have stayed in the new city instead of the medina. Not a bad place just not for us.

Next stop Essaourira.

Tea on our terrace. Lucy enjoyed the reference.

The main square.

My attempt to catch the sunset over the big mosque.

A slightly better shot of the sunset over the kings palace, maybe?

The view towards the high Atlas from the secret garden tower.

On our last morning I found the coffee scooter.

~ Brian

Friday, February 10, 2023

Riads (and Dars)

While in Morocco, we've been staying in a variety of riads. We've received a few questions about what they are, so here goes:

A typical riad is a guesthouse, built around a central courtyard. These can be several stories tall, with a common area on the ground floor and a roof terrace at the top. A fountain at the core of the building is considered important, but not always necessary. A dar is a smaller version, with fewer rooms and no fountain. We have stayed in places with as few as 3 guest rooms and as many as 15. Riads are inexpensive and easygoing. The hosts/owners are almost always on-site. 

Because we prefer it, we have booked riads with breakfast included. It's easier to face the day knowing where your first meal is coming from. Breakfasts have been ample and interesting, usually delicious. Fresh juice is almost always served, squeezed on the premises. Moroccan tea for me, coffee noir for Brian. Often eggs are available, also fresh fruit, vegetables, and a wide variety of breaded items - sometimes pastry, sometimes a sort of injera, lots of others. (If you're interested, this site gives a good rundown on the topic: Breads of Morocco). There are spreads to go with the breads: honey, jam, marmalade, and amlou. Amlou tastes like peanut or almond butter, since it is made with almonds, the ubiquitous argan oil and honey. I need to do a bit more research, because while in the US everyone uses argan oil for their hair, no one here thinks that is normal. It's used either as food or cosmetic, but for skin and not hair. There appear to be two versions of argan oil for sale, one is edible and the other is not, and it is unclear what the difference is.

The downsides of riads are pretty minimal. There can be some sound bleed because all of the rooms face the central courtyard which is open to all of the floors. There are often windows in the rooms that only face the interior courtyard as well. But as the building is masonry it is more often than not quiet. Moroccans believe in fresh air and windows and doors are not tightly fitted. We've had our bathroom windows open to the roof terrace, the breakfast space, and the stairs. There's a bit of forced intimacy in that! They are also built for warm weather and we've had to turn on heaters and ask for extra blankets a few times. Another small downside is that we are off-season traveling so there have been paint fumes twice as they take the quieter times to spruce up their spaces.

Another (small) quibble: smoking. People tend to limit their smoking to the roof terraces, but that is where you're eating and relaxing. While in Spain we were dismayed that they have one of the higher rates of smokers in the EU. The guests we've encountered have run the gamut: French, Spanish, Russian, American, etc., with the majority seeming to be French. And the French are smoking. At breakfast. Gross. 

~Lucy

Wednesday, February 8, 2023

Rabat

We took our first train in Morocco to travel from Fes to Rabat. We booked first class, but this isn’t the TGV (that runs Tangier to Casablanca) it is a much older style of train. On this train instead of an open car it has compartments shared by either 6 passengers (first class, reserved seat) or 8 (2nd class, first come first serve). The price difference was negligible, around 100 Dirham or $10 USD. The train runs once an hour and looked to be mostly full. The ride was fine, but poor Brian did not fit well in the seats (Made for people under 5'9").

 

Rabat after Fes is a breath of fresh air. Literally. Morocco definitely has air pollution issues. But Rabat is on the coast and the breeze from the Atlantic was refreshing. The weather also warmed up and strolling around the boulevards and beaches with temps in the 60s is nice.

 

Rabat is a very different kind of place. It has the same souks and medinas and squares. But the walkways are wider, it is cleaner, and the mood is calmer. It’s the Administrative capital (only since 1912) and houses all the embassies. Which has the downstream effect of more internationalism, more schools, more development, etc. 

 

We opted to only spend 2 days in Rabat, mostly to break up the very long train journey to Marrakech, but it’s a good spot. Glad we did.

 

Sunny Morning View

 


Lighthouse and Salt Pans

Medina Byway

Passenger Ferries Across the River

Enormous Cemetery by the Sea

In the Oudiais Gardens

 ~Lucy