My head is 100% spinning. Travelling around Morocco in my van for 4 weeks, solo, was definitely been one of my most intense travel experiences so far.
There was at least 3 moments when I thought I wanted to get the hell out of there and back to Spain, but overall it was a genuinely great experience and already I find myself missing the food, the people, the sights and sounds of the medina’s and cities, the mountains, and the need to be always, ever so slightly, on edge. . .
I have so many highlights and memories from this trip, but a few stand out above the rest.
- Atlas mountains, and the people there.
- The driving and changing landscapes.
- The desert.
- Marrakech, at night.
- The welcoming and friendly people.
Also a few lowlights
- Tangier port, but I think once you get your head around what is going on here (the people are all just mad), Tangier has much more to offer. I actually met a girl who was moving there to study immigration for 4 months. What an experience that will be.
- The hustle from (some) of the people, can be tiring.
I was also a little dubious about travelling during Ramadan, but seeing how subdued the places became during the day (other than a few heated arguments I saw in the cities), and then come back to life again after sunset, was a different way to see another aspect of the country that otherwise you would not see.
So now back in Spain, Tarifa, and the journey continues…..
One lasting physical memory I have is below, when I fell on a solo trek in Chefcahouen, I thought at the time I had broken my rib.