Morocco has long been a destination I wanted to visit because of their gorgeous decor, the riads and the affordable leather. I was in London at the time, so I took advantage of only being 3 hours away and bought a flight. We landed in Marrakech around 10am.
I was told September is a good time to visit because it’s not as hot but it was 94 degrees daily, so if you plan to go, shoot for October. Anyway. we’re now on the immigration line going through customs, though tired AF, we’re excited to see what Morocco has to offer.
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(Note: you need to have a FULL BLANK page in your passport when visiting Morocco, they will issue a temporary visa number)
It’s time to pickup our luggage and my sister’s suitcase is NOT there. Two hours later, nothing. We eventually found out that this is the norm. your bag will come the day after so please pack some clothing in your carry-on if you decide to stop in Marrakech.
Thankfully, I arranged an airport transfer from the airport prior to arriving and I am happy I did that. The Moroccan Riads (A riad is a traditional Moroccan house or palace with an interior garden or courtyard) are within the old city and in a maze so finding it on your own would be extremely difficult. I highly recommend coordinating an airport pickup. At max, it’s 200 dirhams (22usd) for four people.
We arrive at our Riad and it’s the most beautiful architecture and decor. And the staff were extremely gracious. [Breakfast is included with your stay]
Outside of the Riad though, is a more hectic Marrakech. We quickly nap and change to go see what the Souks and square have to offer. Immediately upon entering the main pathway, you are bombarded with sexual comments, If I was paid $1 for every time a man called me sweet blackberry or chocolate, I would be building a small empire.
I also did not feel comfortable looking through the souks to buy anything. I find some shopkeepers to be extremely aggressive and if you did not want to buy anything, they got upset, which is understandable, this is your bread and butter. If you do find a nice shop keeper, feel free to haggle on the price, they will always try to overcharge you.
I did not eat street food because there are flies and mosquitoes sitting on them (and i’m good luv) but they look nice in pictures. Morocco is extremely dusty as well so if you buy spices that have been exposed to open air, naturally, you will have some street dust in your spice lol.
Morocco is also one of the less strict Muslim nations, so women can wear what they want but of course, your outfits will determine how the locals respond to you so be weary of that. Though I am photographed with my shoulders/chest exposed, I did have a scarf with me to cover when I was walking around the city.
Jemaa el-Fnaa is a large public square with small merchants, hawkers & entertainers, popular with tourists & locals. Personally, I was in hell while there but it’s a must visit if you stop in Marrakech. Like my feeling in Panama with the sexualization of my body and skin, I felt uneasy. Almost as if, If i wasn’t on guard someone would snatch me on a scooter and do away with me. That feeling only heightened after two Morroccan men asked me how much for a night with me. Like my distaste in the UAE for not being able to speak on my own behalf, I think I’m good on visiting any more Muslim countries for awhile.
There are plenty historical sites to check out.. which will also give you a welcomed break from the pesky street people.
This is one of the landmarks in Marrakech. This Mosque is over 900 years old and has undergone complete refurbishment 3 years ago. If you are not a Muslim, you are not allowed to go in. You could possibly sneak in if you dress modestly and cover your hair, Security may stop you though.
The Bahia Palace is a palace and a set of gardens located in Marrakesh, Morocco. It was built in the late 19th century, intended to be the greatest palace of its time. The name means “brilliance”
Le Secret Jardin
Rebuilt in the mid-Nineteenth century at the behest of an influential kaid of the Atlas Mountains, Le Jardin Secret has been the home of some of Morocco and Marrakech’s most important political figures.
In short, I’m happy I went because I wanted to see the place for myself. As a woman, I would recommend you go with a male OR just brace yourself for the comments and stay alert. I doubt I will be back though.
Yours in Mas,