All aboard that train . . .
Mystic of Holyhead (successor to Lynn Rival)
Rachel and Paul Chandler
Sat 10 Nov 2012 18:59
We took the train south to Marrakesh. By this
time we were used to getting by with a mix of our very limited
Arabic (which we brushed up a bit in Somalia) and French. The
journey was almost 5 hours but the trains are modern and
comfortable. Arriving in Marrakesh we were predictably ripped off
by our taxi driver who dumped us some way from our hotel ( a riad
- converted town house with atrium), which was close to the main
square (Jama'a al Fna). We managed to walk the last few hundred
yards, ignoring the would-be guides wanting to charge us for the
privilege of telling us where it was. Fortunately, the riad was
We spent the next day ambling around the medina, soaking up the atmosphere and avoiding buying carpets or other impractical souvenirs. In the evening we ate at one of the food stalls in the square, not sure what part of the sheep's anatomy we were consuming, most likely the cheeks, but it was delicious.
Jama'a al Fna - the main square in Marrakesh medina - barbecues warming up
One day was enough. The medina is a fascinating maze of streets and alleys, all paved and tidy but very busy with tourists and polluted by scooters. We were ready to head out into the countryside.
The train journey from Rabat to Marrakesh had taken us down the coast to Casablanca and then inland. The countryside was mostly very flat with little obvious cultivation - perhaps because of the time of year - until we reached more hilly landscape towards the end of our journey. From Marrakesh we hired a driver to take us into the interior and were soon discovering more interesting scenery
The High Atlas mountains - an isolated village at an altitude of about 2000m
We had been impressed by the infrastructure in Rabat and Sale: good roads, pavements, electricity and water services, and rubbish collection. Here too we were pleasantly surprised by the quality of the roads. And, driving through remote areas we always saw electricity pylons and water mains. The towns are clean and countryside tidy. Yes, they do have a growing problem with windblown plastic bags and bottles but thankfully you don't see wrecked cars, old fridges and abandoned agricultural equipment left to rot. We saw a lot of new housing being built but very little industrial development. We did see the occasional tractor but much of the cultivation is still done with mules and hand tools.
Ait Benhaddou - an 11th century kasbah. The fortified gate in the centre foreground is actually . . .
a set for filming "Jesus of Nazareth"
After the first morning, our driver, Rashid, soon got used to our tastes. We enjoyed the walk up to the top of the rebuilt kasbah at Ait Benhaddou but were not interested in stopping to take photos of the film studios at Ouarzazate. We then spent the night in a hotel close to the Dades gorge, one of the spectacular sights in this part of the mountains.
Gorges on the south east side of the mountains
On the second day we made our way east, visiting another gorge and passing through valleys mostly planted with date palms but including one where they grow roses for making rose water, oil and other products. Villages and housing run the length of the valleys, sometimes perched precariously on the hillsides. Rashid was keen to explain that this area is populated by Berber people and they are very proud of their ancient heritage. They are also very enterprising. When we stopped to take photos Rashid would try and park away from the tourist traps but someone would always pop up out of nowhere trying to sell us a souvenir.
a valley along the way - ribbon development between the water bearing bed and the inhospitable slopes
In between the valleys the terrain is stony scrub or desert. Eventually we reached Rissani, "gateway to the desert" and Rashid's home town. We had a late lunch of what he described as pizza Berba, organised for us by his brother, Mohamed and eaten in a local cafe where families were having the same thing for Sunday lunch. It's a round shallow pie of bread crust with meat, egg, almonds, vegetables, herbs and spices inside - and absolutely delicious. As ever, it was washed down with Moroccan tea (made with green tea and fresh mint) which we've become used to drinking here.
Mohamed is the one with the silly hat (borrowed from a stallholder in Rissani souq)
Rashid drove us on to Merzouga, close to the famous Erg Chebbi sand dunes, for a night in a kasbah style hotel, complete with swimming pool. Despite it now being high season, we seemed to be the only ones there. Funnily enough we declined the camel ride into the desert at dawn. We had an excellent evening meal and the best Moroccan breakfast yet, including egg-fried bread, though we're still not sure about the chewy pancakes.
Erg Chebbi - the Sahara starts here
From Merzouga we headed north to Fez, stopping briefly at one of the highlights of our tour: the fossil museum near Erfoud.
Well, what would you put outside your fossil factory?
Not only do they have an interesting display of fossils found in central Morocco but also workshops where they laboriously extract the fossils from the rock.
As we approached Fez the valleys were increasingly greener and more fertile. It was a long drive, arriving after dark. We'd booked in a riad just inside the old city walls. Fez is renowned for being tricky to navigate in and Rashid had to ask the way many times. Our hotel receptionist came to meet us at a prominent landmark and then guided us for the last mile. After saying goodbye to Rashid we set out to find somewhere for supper (with a map from the receptionist) and managed to find our way there and back. The hotel staff were all a bit surprised we didn't want a guide but we soon got our bearings and during daylight it was much easier. We explored the souqs and some of the sights, liking Fez a lot more than Marrakesh. The steep hills add character and the alleys were not blighted by scooters, you only have to watch out for mules and carts, apart from other pedestrians.
Fez is built on hilly ground - the old walled medina in the foreground, nouvelle ville beyond
After a second night in Fez we caught the train back to Sale, having just scratched the surface but happy to have seen a bit of Morocco. Oops, nearly forgot - we did do the souks . . .
Marrakech was technologically advanced - but they also have a snail souk!
(I don't think there are any tourists in those pics - remarkable!)
At Rissani you could buy dates of all hues . . . and a recycled car tyre to carry them home
The gas man cometh, in Fez, and the waste contractor - 'Ozone' does a good job.