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Morocco Travel Guide 2017 Where to Have Fun in Morocco

Morocco has a lot of scenery. The declining desert is a very interesting place. It feels soft under your feet and the large area looks beautiful. But Morocco can be a bit sunny, so those who go there should wear sun protection. Transportation details DAY1

Casablanca There are some cities on the earth, just calling its name makes me feel beautiful.

For example, Damascus, Mombasa, Baghdad, Istanbul, Jerusalem

For example, Casablanca

On the streets of Casablanca, just walk into a cafe and order a cup of black coffee.

The wind from the Atlantic said:

There are so many towns in the world/There are so many cafes in the towns/But she walked into mine.

Hahaha. All right. Remember to watch <> again before going there.

Casablanca

Casablanca DAY2

Marrakech, Sensual and sensual dogs and horses. Spent two nights in Marrakech.

The first afternoon in Marrakech was simply the busiest day in my 20 days here. The price of food and drink returned to the world from Jordan.

I drank three glasses of orange juice and one glass of mixed juice in one afternoon.

I also ordered a bowl of snails, which I couldn’t eat, so I invited a little girl who tried to sell me paper towels to help me eat them all.

Wander around and sit in the square.

Colorful fruit stall. The snake charmer and the well-behaved cobra (I almost pissed myself when I went to take pictures). I also went to paint Hanna (this one is also found in India and Afghanistan).

The nightlife in Marrakech is even better.

Various magical stalls.

For example, in martial arts competitions, it turns out that the people of West Africa are capable of both literary and martial arts, and there are many experts among the masses. If they disagree, they will start a boxing match.

For example, playing and singing while sitting around an oil lamp (the drummer asked me to sit next to him, and I pretended to be shy and sat down).

The people of North Africa sang the oil smoke into clouds and fog.

For example, a drink bottle set.

Marrakech

Marrakesh

Marrakech DAY

Marrakech, taking the dog to sweep the streets. In fact, my plan this summer is to go to Afghanistan. The visa I bought on Taobao, but it was refundable, actually failed. Although I got my money back, I was still depressed. I decided to come to Morocco temporarily because of the visa exemption, and the most important thing is the Sahara.

I read a few travel notes before coming here, and everyone started signing up for the tour in Marrakech.

I cannot accept that the dream of Sahara was shattered by the unfree group schedule.

I had to read a travel note carefully, chatted with the front desk of the hotel for a while, and compared it with the booking (in fact, the hotel introduction in the booking is a straight guide.) Finally, I came up with a route:

Marrakech - Ouarzazate (30 minutes by taxi to "Ai Ben Adou") - Merzouga (the town at the entrance to the Sahara)

Determine the route and buy the ticket.

Just continue wandering around Djemaa Square.

I found a coffee shop with a terrace and ordered a pot of milk tea. In a hazy state, I felt like I was sitting on the third floor of Maggie Ami in Lhasa, looking at Barkhor Street.

This milk tea does not taste like Guangming sweet tea.

Coincidences and accidents are part of life.

It became cooler after the sun went down, and the wind swayed gently.

Sweeping the streets with a GoPro. No matter where you go, enjoy the joy of getting lost.

Don’t worry or be superstitious about the “liars leading the way” in other people’s guides.

I rolled up my quilt and slept on the terrace last night. In the square not far away, the banging of hand bones continued late into the night. The moon was full and bright these two days, and at about four o'clock in the morning, the minaret sang praises. I opened my eyes twice in a daze, wrapped the quilt tighter, and continued to sleep.

I didn’t return to the room until the rooster crowed. Sleep again!

Marrakech

Barbecue stall at night

Marrakech

The terrace where I slept last night

Marrakech

Marrakesh

Black on red watermelon flesh Not seeds, but flies. I expected this big watermelon to be sweet and cottony. DAY4:

Ouarzazate, don’t vomit. On the mountain road to Ouarzazate, luckily I didn’t eat too much.

A few drops of rain fell on the road, and it cleared up quickly. Getting closer to the Sahara.

Stay overnight in a Berber tent in a palm grove.

I went to the kitchen and brought a plate of ice watermelon to the foot of a tree. Suddenly I remembered that the instant noodles were about to be cooked, so I ran back to the kitchen.

When I came back, the leaves fell on the watermelon, and a new gust of wind blew, and the row of wild flowers at the door of the earthen house filled with their fragrance.

Three puppies and one cat, wagging their tails and staring at me.

This is night in Ouarzazate.

Ouarzazate

Hey. Everything was great, but it was so damn hot. Poor fan~

It was cooler outside than in the room. After lying down for a while, I saw a big hen cooing on the gazebo in the dark, and wild insects crawling around, so I had to go back. Room. I must have changed more than a hundred positions before finally falling asleep.

I woke up the next morning and discovered that the big hen last night was a peacock! DAY5/6

In Ait Ben Addu, it is said that the dry river is filling the sky The looming village of Aitbenhaddu is rich in Hollywood blockbusters.

I found a relatively remote read through booking. After checking in, I took a nap in the room and waited for the sun to go down a little before going out.

When I was walking through a river valley alone, I couldn't help but hum Li Zongsheng's song: In the sky full of wind and sand, I watch you go away.

I feel like I am extremely romantic.

This invincible loneliness.

Ait Ben Haddou Village

“After crossing the hill, I found that no one was waiting”

Ait Ben Haddou Village

Across the dry red river valley, the yellow house with black windows on the opposite hill is my home tonight.

I met a flock of sheep and a shepherd on crutches. He smiled and said to me: Benzu, the scarf was blown up by the wind.

There was also a shallow stream that wet my shoes and left without saying a word.

This is a small corner of the big world. DAY7

When I arrived in the Sahara at night, I planned to get up early, have breakfast, and go on my way.

However, it was too hot last night and I woke up several times. Then I finally rolled up the quilt and went to the terrace. The temperature outside is a bit cool. The quilt is just right.

But at around four in the morning, the morning prayers started ringing again in the Muslim world. I know it's almost dawn. He rolled back into the room and continued to sleep. This time, it was actually ten o'clock.

Breakfast was pretty good. I seemed to be the only guest last night. The whole family is taking care of me.

Then a pickup truck took me to the town to wait for a taxi back to Ouarzazate.

After sitting on the bus for eight hours, I fine-tuned more than a hundred postures and had no intention of looking at the passing scenery. Red desert buildings, green palm trees, wasteland.

I got through it all while wanting to vomit but not being able to.

People on the way want to share food with me.

An old man wants to drink my water. I don’t know what these Arabs and North Africans think. Suddenly they borrow water to drink. There is only one bottle mouth, and the saliva will mix.

But it’s finally here.

I was still thinking about how to get to the hotel and someone came to pick me up. There was no sign.

I left my luggage at the front desk and took the things I should take with me. I rode a camel in the dark Sahara. I didn’t know its exact color yet, but the starry sky was at the top and the wind was strong. Not cold at all.

I was so excited that I wanted to shout.

But he still held back and smiled politely on the camel.

The camel boy gave me a Berber name.

I hope not everyone has one.

After dinner in the evening, the boys played tambourine for a while.

Then I took off my shoes and climbed the hill. The wind was really too strong. I suspect there is fine sand all over my body, even in my navel.

The Milky Way is blocked by clouds. But it soon reappeared. Finally blocked again.

My whole body is covered with sand. Sand is like water, and it is everywhere when you are in the sea.

This is Sanmao’s Sahara.

The time I went out to Taklimakan, it was because I was on the side of the highway. This time it was an official trip to the desert and accommodation in the desert. Live in a tent.

Unfortunately, the tent was too hot. It's past one in the morning. Still sitting in the small yard in the camp.

The heat lasted for several nights. Ouarzazate. Ait bin Adu. Hey~

I have to get up early tomorrow to watch the sunrise.

With eyes as dark as night, what color of Sahara will you see? DAY8/9/10

Someone is doing what you want but dare not do.

Sahara Desert

Forgive me for using the thickest filter in my camera to express my strong and tacky love for the Sahara, hahaha.

Sahara Desert

Stayed in the desert for two nights. Different from the day before yesterday. There was a sudden strong wind yesterday afternoon. The weather in the desert is very bad, and the road visibility is only three meters. I was originally going to go out to the town to look around and buy a Berber skirt, but the wind blew me into a fat woman.

The fat aunt had to walk straight back to her residence slowly.

MerzougaDesert

The headscarf in the strong wind captured by GoPro. I was hiding in my turban and watching the sudden strong wind.

In the evening, we braved a lot of wind and sand to go to the camp.

After arriving, the wind and sand became lighter. After the Berber bongos after dinner, everyone climbed up to the sand dunes. Sitting on the sand dunes with the gentle warm wind blowing, it was a completely different feeling than the night before when I was blown so hard that I couldn't keep my eyes open.

The clouds are heavy. Occasionally I see one or two stars. But the style is calm and comfortable.

Everyone went from polite chatting to each other to silence.

At one o'clock in the morning, no one had any intention of going down the dunes and returning to the camp to sleep. Instead, they were lying paralyzed on the sand dunes. It's always cold without a high place. The sand adapts softly to your body shape and weight.

All postures are correct postures.

A few drops of rain fell later.

They all went back.

But it was too hot in the tent. I still moved a mattress and slept in the open air. A few more drops of rain fell in the middle, and then it stopped quickly.

When it was almost dawn, the moonlight was bright. I opened my eyes in a daze and saw the sky full of stars. The wind is getting cooler.

Go into the room and wrap yourself in a blanket to continue. Until daybreak, I didn't go up to the sand dunes to see the last panoramic view, and I didn't go to see the sunrise that might appear.

I love this dune night.

My camel Berber said that the dunes do not move, they just change a little in height.

He grew up here, and the sand dunes are still where they once were.

I didn’t fully trust these people along the way. Last night he heard that I was going to Fes and said that he would buy a ticket for me, otherwise he might not be able to buy it during the day.

On the one hand, I am worried about the fare and whether he will increase the fare. In fact, I am afraid that if he does so, I will be disappointed with the Saharan and Berber people. On the one hand, I don’t want to trouble him. After all, I have to do everything by myself during this nearly month-long trip.

When you encounter trouble, you will definitely get unexpected experiences at the same time. Anyway, all arrangements are for the best.

Then I didn’t buy a ticket.

In the morning, he waited silently in the shadow of the hotel wall for me to finish breakfast, and then accompanied me to the town to buy some.

It turns out that I thought the ticket must be at the bus station. It turns out that there is no bus station here, it is an inconspicuous shop.

The shopkeeper said there were no more tickets.

But I still bought it later. It just so happened that someone wasn't going.

I have always been so lucky.

MerzougaDesert

The guy who gave me a Berber name: Ipraxing.

Phone number and whatapp account number: 0641-607361

Just say he is my feteima (Berber name) friend, hahaha.

MerzougaDesert

Fruits in the desert. sweet.

MerzougaDesert

The boy put me in a cafe and hotel and left. He said he only slept for two hours last night. Go see the camels. Then talk to your colleagues.

Now he is going back to sleep. Call him if you have anything.

Although I met many good people along the way, good people who were guarded by my defensiveness.

Afterwards I always say trust strangers.

But the next city. I still can't trust it completely.

In addition to the story of Sanmao, there is also the story of Sanmao in the Sahara.

There is also the story of the little prince. Act, speak and think sincerely and simply like the little prince. Maybe not that easy. But I want to try.

I don’t know what will happen to me when I go back.

Waiting here.

The owner of the hotel is a Berber and the landlady is Japanese. Meet here, live here. Fast forward seven years.

How do you manage to be carefree?

Or is love so powerful and courageous without caring about yourself?

But it must be because you are living a good life. No change of heart?

The mother of a Bedouin boy who lived in Petra, Jordan later returned to Japan. The poor boy has never seen his mother.

Why are you so moved when you hear this?

Probably because you know that someone is doing things that you think about but don’t dare to do.

But this world. There are many possibilities.

All problems will have a solution.

Don’t solve the problem by cutting corners. Change the environment, the ends of the world, mountains, rivers, lakes, seas and deserts, and soon you will have a different mentality.

I don’t know what the future will be like...ah...ah...

I love Sahara.

MerzougaDesert

The hotel where Japanese women and Berber men live. DAY11

Fez, where will I wake up tomorrow?

I almost slept on the bus. Drooling and refusing to wake up.

When I got off the bus, I felt something similar. But I can’t remember which city I was traveling in, and I also arrived in this early morning.

Were you in Tabriz, Iran? You and Gao Gao each carried their own luggage? Then you took a taxi to your residence? It seems so.

Gao Gao was too defensive, so I took advantage of Gao Gao to let myself go and talk to the driver, who praised me as a nice person.

Then based on LP’s recommendation, we checked into the hotel where Arush worked. Arush opened the door, and while checking in, I was still discussing with Gao Gao the eyelashes of this Tabriz boy. It’s longer than Gao Gao’s short hair!

The sound of morning prayers came from the minaret.

Call the hotel owner to pick you up.

Now sitting on the balcony, the sky is getting brighter. Daybreak arose amid the rooster's crow.

Being aimless and happy-go-lucky brings peace.

I am like an ant busy in a small corner of the big world.

Look at other people’s lives. Anyone can live any life, even if it’s a child playing football, a woman walking, a driver driving, there are countless possibilities in the world.

Every day I meet all kinds of people and then pass by them.

Eason Chan sang: where williwakeuptomorrow?

This is the feeling.

Where will you wake up tomorrow?

I have no idea.

Everyone travels differently.

Shandong eldest sister will never miss any scenic spots. Follow the guide she saw and copy and describe what she saw.

Teacher Wang will feel the people on the trip and have a girlish heart.

Gungun? We once had a heated discussion about my little brother’s white shirt.

After experiencing the excitement of loneliness, you will not ask for loneliness by hanging out with others casually.

There are too few interesting people.

After the Sahara, the trip felt like it was coming to an end. All the energy seemed to be wasted in the desert. Fantasy is there too.

On the contrary, I don’t take photos very much.

Fez

Sunrise in Fez. DAY12/13

Fez is a man of few words.

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Fez

At my residence in the ancient city of Fes, I could sit on this terrace for an entire afternoon. I really did sit there all afternoon.

As the sun was setting, my boss came up and asked me if everything was okay. Then asked why he wanted to travel alone, he said he couldn't do it, he needed to talk to his friends and his girlfriend while traveling.

In fact, I often feel bored. When you see the Sahara you are looking forward to, or when you see something incredible while wandering around alone, no one shares it with you. This does get frustrating at times.

But the fact is that because I traveled alone, I actually found some ways to live in peace with myself.

There is no need to accommodate other people’s habits and other people’s time.

Walking on the road, stop, or sit directly on the side of the road, watching the busy traffic, watching people coming and going, watching the middle-aged man holding the hand of his father crossing the road, watching the farewell at the station. People shook hands again and again, and kissed each other again and again.

A meal can take two hours, or it can be done in five minutes. You can eat just one meal a day, or you can eat five meals a day. You can drink five glasses of orange juice in one afternoon. You can also invite passers-by to have something to eat together.

Watching the show in Marrakech is a one-night stand. No one will say, "I'm so tired, let's go back." No one will pull you and say, let’s go see something else.

A few days ago in Egypt, I tried to hang out with a Korean boy and a guy from Suzhou for two days to share the fare and so on.

Xiao Shuozan is very polite. Looks good too. The guy from Suzhou is also a nice person, and his speech is gentle and gentle.

But we rush to the scenic spots every day. I actually planned to visit five temples in one day. This is a bit overwhelming for me. Physical weather is excluded, and visiting places is not my interest. The temple gates are similar, but also broad and profound. If I am interested, why don't I just observe the two of them carefully.

Later, I actually met the Suzhou guy again in Petra, Jordan, without an appointment. Watch the sunset with an American and become the last three tourists in the valley. We walked for three hours under the quiet moonlight before returning to the city. Americans kept repeating what a special night it was.

Yes. This is travel.

The guide says that to go to Petra, you have to go to the monastery and then go to the two observation decks to be complete.

But why, everyone arrived without stopping and left without stopping.

Why not sit down and spend an entire afternoon soaking up the valley.

If you are friendly to everyone, someone will say to you "Oh, what is your name? I will think of you every time I see the moon, but when I see you, I forget The moon."

The Bedouin boys will also take you to the top of the monastery to see a different view.

A few days ago I was still worried whether I would become more and more withdrawn after I learned to live in complete peace with myself. Don’t you need friends in life?

The answer is: No.

Actually, I often get angry with someone. In summary, the point of being angry is actually myself.

When you blame others or have conflicts with others, in the final analysis, the source lies within yourself.

If you really live in complete peace with yourself. When getting along with others, you will make people feel comfortable, tolerant, and no longer sharp.

Okay. This is not something that can be changed in a month of travel.

I hope I won’t be knocked back to my original shape too quickly after I go back.

Tell yourself everything, slowly and slowly.

Fez

Fez DAY14

Chefchaouen, there is no place in life where we will not meet each other.

Chefchaouen is a small town that has not yet woken up at around eight o'clock in the morning.

The rooster crows lively in the valley, the alley circles and crows quietly, and the wind finally takes it away.

Blue, various shades of orchid, they are full of energy, probably because they are freed from the white street lamps at night, and the gentleness of the morning light fills them.

Smile to the people you see and say: Salamali Kong~ (Hello in Arabic)

However, all the replies are "You are free of charge." How Japanese do I look like?

Women with short hair in the Arab world are probably very strange, especially those with such short hair as mine. I was a little suspicious at the airport and thought I had entered the wrong bathroom. Someone said something about my head again this morning, likeaman. . . .

Like a ghost. You look very vulgar at first glance, okay?

After taking some photos and uploading them to Jiugongge, I can finally turn off the camera and see the world with my eyes.

Taking photos is also a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder. It seems that if you don’t leave an image, you just didn’t come.

And indeed it is. When I think about it in the future, at least I have pictures to remind me of it.

I was greeted while having breakfast by a French couple I met in the Sahara Desert.

It feels like they are also curious about the Chinese.

We made an appointment to watch the sunset together.

Fortunately, I have them, otherwise I might not have thought of climbing to the opposite mountain to see the entire Xiao'an City. Just like in Cappadocia, the houses overlooking the entire valley were golden last time and blue this time.

In fact, there are sunrises and sunsets every day. Why do you do this while traveling?

Hey~

Have dinner with the two Frenchmen. They inquired about each other's national conditions.

These people also ask how old you are whenever they disagree.

Chefchaouen

Chefchaouen DAY16

Strait of Gibraltar, Denmark Whenever Gil visits a place that has been highlighted in geography books, he becomes particularly excited.

The little people finally reached the place in the textbook. This feeling is full of satisfaction that the answer to the mystery has finally been solved.

Now I am sitting on the observation deck of the hotel and watching the lights along the coast of Gibraltar, which are densely flashing with dim and crystal clear light.

On the other side of the sea, it was pitch black.

No matter what, you have to get up early tomorrow. Take a look at the sunrise over the Atlantic Ocean.

A natural cave that looks like a map of Africa. Also like a human face roaring across the Atlantic Ocean. DAY17

Go to Asilah.

When I checked in yesterday, the old lady told me that the breakfast was very rich and recommended that I order it together for five euros. I agreed. This morning I went back to bed after watching the sunrise. When I was struggling to wake up quickly, I was still dreaming and thinking about the rich breakfast she mentioned.

What a shame. Not even an egg.

However, the decoration of the hotel and the accessories are very particular. The floor is decorated with small decorative rugs inlaid with glass. Exquisite old Moroccan robes hanging on the wall. Books on the bookshelf in the leisure area on the first floor. I flipped through a book just to look at the pictures. I feel good. The rooftop is divided into three observation decks of different heights, where you can watch the sun rise from the sea level. The proprietress herself is also dressed in a slightly Bosnian style, with a V-neck floral shirt, white hair, and light green eyes.

In short, the breakfast is rich to describe what she thinks!!! DAY18/19

Aisila was originally going to stay for two nights, but decided to stay for an extra night. .

Every afternoon I spent sitting on the beach.

Rent a big umbrella. Watch the waves slowly recede. The sun slowly sets. The crowd slowly dispersed.

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