On our very first day in Marrakesh we twisted and turned our way through the souk to meet up with our polish friends, Aga and Jacob, on the Jemaa el-Fnaa square (the biggest square in the African continent). We grabbed some freshly brewed orange juice on the market place and made our way to the Koutoubia Mosque.
Let’s start from our late arrival to the Riad Dar Saad (a traditional Moroccan house with courtyard). The taxi left us on a narrow street in the quarter of Medina (old town) and we winded our way to our riad without a bigger hassle. What’s enchanting about Marrakesh is that in the end of a small bland alley you may open a door to an oriental paradise- and this is exactly what we did: entered a small fairytale.
A harsh wake-up call at 4am in order to drag ourselves to the airport for an early flight out- this time for North-Africa, and around noon we already landed on the Moroccan soil. We exit the aircraft on foot and walked to the customs amongst the airport staff (read: gasoline trucks, luggage carriers, etc.) plus all the fellow passengers…needless to say, it seemed like a pretty chaotic arrangement to us. An hour and a half taxi ride later we arrived to a small village Imlil, lost in the Atlas mountain range.
