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From tranquility to anarchy in Morocco - Morocco
by Mary | Date >
2004-07-30 | Country : Morocco | City : Agadir & Marrakesh
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| Not daunted by our visit to Tangiers last year, Barbara and I hit on Agadir in Morocco for a winter holiday break. Fed up with the grey English skies and never ending rain we packed our suitcases full of immodium and wet wipes and set off into the sunset. Well Luton Airport.
Agadir was everything Tangiers was not, clean, bland and relaxed. We were in a cheap but nice hotel, the beaches were lovely and the town modern; the original town was destroyed by an earthquake in the 1960’s.
The most lively inhabitants were the European gay men who flock to the place in droves, thank goodness we would have been bored stiff without them. What our new found friends got up to is another story not meant for the pages of this website.
But we wanted the excitement of the real Morocco so a trip to Marrakesh was arranged. We got up at 5am and were on the road by 6.00. The weather was foul, just like home. As we sat shivering in the coach in our heavy woollen coats and scarves we swore that this was the last “winter sunshine” holiday we would ever take. The ‘comfort’ break brought to our fellow passengers the newly found joy of authentic Moroccan toilets. Not so much squat as stand back as far as you can and aim.
Then Marrakesh came into view, the Atlas mountains with snow on their peaks and Marrakesh bathed in hot sunshine, bliss. The young boy’s hustling us for cash and trying to steal our handbags, well not so good but still we were back in the real Morocco. Our fellow tourist were not so sure, when they saw “the hell that was Marrakesh”, they formed a pack and surrounding we girlies (the better to protect us) they swept us off. The pack glided through the streets and squares of the city backing off from anything faintly foreign until we arrived at the famous Square. There the snake charmers, acrobats and other street performers finally found the pack letting go of their anal retentiveness long enough to take their cameras out. Finally free Barbara and I raced off and explored the delights of the city and found it totally fascinating.
At 6pm with our honour, and purses, still intact we rejoined the coach party and started the long journey back to Agadir and safety. Shame.
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