Arabian Mystique
It’s not a surprise that Marrakech is known as hippie Mecca. With new hotels and golf courses popping up around this tourist city and celebrities flocking to the city to buy properties, Marrakech is awashed with a sense of wealth despite many locals still living below the poverty line. Streets are neatly lined with plots of rose bushes, perfectly trimmed mandarin orange trees, palm trees, and cactus plants. Malls with designer names stores are opening up to soak up some of the wealth.
As the golden sun makes it way down the peaks of the Atlas Mountains, Djemma el-Fna square starts becoming busier and busier. This bustling place is flocked with locals and tourists as well as smelly horses working their way through the lineup for carriage rides.
What used to be a public place for decapitations and eventually a place for desert traders to display their goods is now a cacophony of performances of loud tambourines and thumping African drums, men with monkeys trying to get tourists to take pictures, persuasive herb sellers surrounded by men, souks specializing in dried foods like figs, dates and nuts as well as wet foods like camel meat (didn’t realize it was camel until I saw the head) can be found. Others are selling teas and spices, clothes, carpets, turtles and everything that can be possibly imagined.
Trying to navigate through the food stalls without being stopped by someone speaking Japanese to me is a great challenge. It was a great relief to finally stop by a stall to sip on a refreshing 4 dinar orange juice.
An excellent landmark to get a sense of direction is the Koutoubia Mosque. At 77 metres, it is the highest point in the Medina since no other buildings are allowed to be higher. Historically, the muezzin or person to call out to the public for prayer, had to be blind, to forbid any one from viewing inside the palace.
To live out of the fantasy of exotic Moroccan traditions, check out the Fantasia show at Chez Ali. Guests are treated to a traditional dinner of vegetable couscous, beef kebabs, mint tea or Moroccan whisky under Berber tents in an open air setting out in the middle of a palm grove. With plenty of bellydancing, skilled horsemen showing off their equestrian skills and firing rifles complete with a couple on a flying carpet, it was a night like one out of the One Thousand and One Nights fairytale cloaked in Arabian mystique.
As the golden sun makes it way down the peaks of the Atlas Mountains, Djemma el-Fna square starts becoming busier and busier. This bustling place is flocked with locals and tourists as well as smelly horses working their way through the lineup for carriage rides.
What used to be a public place for decapitations and eventually a place for desert traders to display their goods is now a cacophony of performances of loud tambourines and thumping African drums, men with monkeys trying to get tourists to take pictures, persuasive herb sellers surrounded by men, souks specializing in dried foods like figs, dates and nuts as well as wet foods like camel meat (didn’t realize it was camel until I saw the head) can be found. Others are selling teas and spices, clothes, carpets, turtles and everything that can be possibly imagined.
Trying to navigate through the food stalls without being stopped by someone speaking Japanese to me is a great challenge. It was a great relief to finally stop by a stall to sip on a refreshing 4 dinar orange juice.
An excellent landmark to get a sense of direction is the Koutoubia Mosque. At 77 metres, it is the highest point in the Medina since no other buildings are allowed to be higher. Historically, the muezzin or person to call out to the public for prayer, had to be blind, to forbid any one from viewing inside the palace.
To live out of the fantasy of exotic Moroccan traditions, check out the Fantasia show at Chez Ali. Guests are treated to a traditional dinner of vegetable couscous, beef kebabs, mint tea or Moroccan whisky under Berber tents in an open air setting out in the middle of a palm grove. With plenty of bellydancing, skilled horsemen showing off their equestrian skills and firing rifles complete with a couple on a flying carpet, it was a night like one out of the One Thousand and One Nights fairytale cloaked in Arabian mystique.