Part two of Morocco was our trip to Essaouria, a coastal city in the south. Originally we had planned to take a train, which didn’t exist. Then we were going to take a bus, which was full. So we ended up splitting a taxi with a Spanish couple who also missed the bus. It was a two and half hour drive. Can you imagine taking a taxi anywhere in the states for that long? After conversion rates we ended up paying about $25 a piece.
Morocco for Christmas. That was the plan. Although several flight delays, cancellations, and exchanges meant that our trip was cut in half, we made it nonetheless. We spent two nights in Marrakech and two nights Essaouira, on the coast.
Stepping off the plane, on the tarmac in Marrakech, was incredible. Instantly welcomed by the warmth and sun, the gloom of Parisian winters was quickly forgotten. The airport was small and the line at border patrol lasted forever. It seemed like the screening process was much more stringent here than in Paris. When they stamped my passport the stamp was on the last page at the back of the book. This is because Arabic, the major language, reads from right to left.