morocco

✮ marrakesh

































❖ jerry's parents are coming to visit next week and we're thinking about taking them to morocco, since its just a short ferry trip away.

i went to morocco on my first backpacking trip, 8 years ago, and was blown away. it was the most exotic place id ever been and i found myself totally enchanted by the colourful bazaar's, the maze of carpets, glassware and jewellery shops, the smell of incense and a thousand different spices, the outdoor food stalls in the medina where we ate under the stars, surrounded by hawkers, snake charmers and musicians. i promised myself to one day come back.

the thing is, back then i was happy to just pack up my rucksack and jump on a ferry to tangier by myself, knowing id meet other travelers along the way. i caught the overnight train to marrakesh, arrived without a place to stay and ended up in a bunk-bed in a dormitory full of strangers at a crappy youth hostel. and had the time of my life!

nowadays i'm not so good at flying by the seat of my pants. i definitely don't want to stay in a bunk bed at a youth hostel! i looked up accommodation online and was instantly drawn to the funky guesthouse, interior decorated in colourful african/moroccan style with the indoor gardened courtyard where they serve a traditional breakfast.... for €200 per night......

i keep wanting to live the champagne lifestyle on a lemonade budget....and the last time i tried that trick, i maxed out my $15,000 credit card on a summer of parties in barcelona and poor mum, who'd just happened to win the lottery, had to hand over a third of her winnings to bail me out!

they say the secret to having what you want in life, is by wanting less. i'll be happy just to sit in a cafe in féz and drink that sweet mint tea, and watch the people walking past... so if it means i can do that, ill sleep in the scummy bunk bed.

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