In Kara Ben Nemsi’s footsteps – Marrakech

One of the things I want to slowly change is seeing more of the world. I am also terrified of flying. Which is a little inconvenient to say the least. I always wanted to go to Marrakech so when a good friend of mine was mad enough to say she would come along I sucked it up and we booked a long weekend in Morocco.

I wasn’t thinking about it for ages but when we got to the airport at 4am on that Thursday morning I was bricking it. I had only gotten home from work an hour and a bit beforehand so I was overtired anyway and scoffing down a Burger King just before take off was mildly reassuring as well. But I was still bricking it. Big time. Being a total idiot as well I had managed to mess up our seat reservations so we were sitting at opposite ends of the plane. Thankfully the lady next to me happily swapped with my friend so she had the pleasure of sitting next to panicky me. As it turns out, it wasn’t that bad. I didn’t cry, I didn’t vomit, I managed to read a bit of my book.

Marrakech is an absolutely amazing place and I fell in love with it instantly. The colours, the smells, the gardens, the buildings, the food, the people. So different to anything I had experienced before. We went exploring in the mornings, the Saadian Tombs, the Bahia Palace, Yves St. Laurent’s garden. Got lost in the souks more than once and tried to look ueber confident finding our way out again. Took a carriage ride around the old city. Every evening we went for an ice cream, trying a new flavour every day. You can move surprisingly freely around even as a woman, but Morocco is a quite moderate Muslim country. We got hassled a couple of times, surprisingly enough by women, but not in a way that was frightening, rather annoying. It didn’t put us off though, we took it as part of the package.

The afternoons were spend by the pool, under a large umbrella, dipping in the water when we got too hot. My friend was baking herself in the sun, I got heatstroke just looking at her roasting away. I still got a nice tan though. One thing I remember very fondly was the chocolate hour every evening in the foyer. If you know me you will know just how much I love chocolate so this was my idea of temporary heaven. And the sweetened mint tea, poured from an impossible height and still hitting the glass.

Our weekend flew by and before I knew it, I was back on a plane. Cool as a cucumber this time. And I can’t wait to get on another one. This weekend hadn’t just been about catching up with an old friend and recharging my batteries – it was more than that. Knowing you can overcome your fears if you want something enough is quite empowering. And liberating. Here is to growing wings.