One that I can tick off the list, my expectations of Morocco were surpassed by its sheer majesty. I expected to be assaulted and I certainly was... in a metaphorical sense.
The first leg of my trip was in Agadir, a place that didn't seem to have much to it, but was, in fact, the most perfect beach retreat. Miles of golden coastline, warm sea and sand that felt like velvet between your toes.
Beautiful, opulent restaurants were decorated in the classic by contemporary Moroccan style. The best of which was L'Eau Jardin, with the freshest and cheapest lobster. An Italian restaurant nestled far from tourists in Agadir town centre, near central square was served a beautiful aubergine starter.
We stayed in Kenzi Europa but used the decadent Royal Atlas where I had a hammam where the amount of dead skin scraped off my body made me ashamed.
Marrakesh was a buzzing and bustling city, even during a sweltering 45 degrees in the shade. It embraced its European, Arabic, Mediterranean and African cultures from the Koutoubia minaret dominating the city the fiesta of Djemaa-el Fna the narrow winding alleyways of Mellah and the refined Kasbah. The souks rammed with Moroccan wears, constantly being sold something with bullying tactics. The colours, sights, smells and sounds were a unique experience.
It struck me that Moroccans despite their constant and pushy sales techniques, are the most polite and friendly people. Always being greeted by everyone, all goodbyes, pleases, thank yous and you're welcomes. You could rarely go anywhere without hearing a 'bonjour, ca va?' Maybe this is why so many creeds and religions live side by side in peace - they embrace each other.
I think this is it. All you need is respect towards other people, friend and forthcoming but never overstepping the mark, rude or aggressive.
It's an incredible, unique, beautiful and bustling place. Beautiful and majestic.
First published March 2008.
