2 days one night in the morroccian desert

We were suggested a trip to the desert and were both very excited for it since we have never been to a desert before.

The plan for the desert was to get there with a minibus and a group of approximately 15 people. Then we would sleep in a berber tent and drive back the same day. Some camel riding and nice views in the atlas mountains included. We were hooked and booked the package for 50€ each.

It´s funny, usually I am not a big fan of organized group activities where some travel guide is herding you around. But since we only have a week in Morocco and we want to see as much as possible – I was kind of happy about someone taking decisions for me.

Two full days on the bus – yep, that´s what I signed up for

The trip started early in the morning and as we only realized later on the distance to the desert was about 350 kilometers. Driving in a tourist bus with constant pee breaks and other breaks for snacks, lunch and picture taking means the distance was to be covered in the following 8 hours. Nevertheless, the drive was beautiful!

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Winter is winter – even in the desert

We came to Morocco to escape the German winter for a bit. And our gamble was pretty good. During the days temperatures rose up to 20 degrees celsius. Definitely sunglasses weather. What we kind of forgot to put into the equasion of our desert trip was that temperatures during the night went down to freezing. And we were sleeping in a tent. Good that the Berber people gave us one woolen blanket.

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We had a most interesting night with lots of shivers. Eventually we made it to the next day and the Berbers were already waiting in the food-tent for us with hot tea. We all warmed our feet up a bit before getting back on the camel and then back to our bus to drive us to Marrakech. The busride back was a well-used opportunity to catch up on last night´s missed out sleep.

Conclusion

I enjoyed the desert trip very much as an experience. Next time I think I´d rent my own car to drive when and where I want instead of being stuck to a group. And now I know that a desert is not always hot. It can be really cold as well. And then it´s good to have a warm camel in the area to keep you warm.

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Arrival in Marrakech

It´s a new year… And a new year can become a great year when starting it off with a new journey. That´s why my friend and I decided to take a girls trip to Morocco!

When we arrived in Marrakesh we were completely overwhelmed by … well, by E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. To be honest, the way from the airport to the little riad we had booked was an adventure in itself. The taxi dropped us off at the “entrance” of the so called Medina – Marrakech´s old town with hundreds of small alleys. Then the driver handed us over to a little old man with a mideaval-looking cart. He put our luggage on the cart and lead us through hundreds of people who were casually strolling over the big market place Djemaa el Fna, dressed-up monkeys, dancing snakes, playing children and pregnant women. On top of all this there is also cars honking, motorbikes weaving through masses of people, and donkey carts transporting goods to shops. We felt lost here.

The old man carrier guy brought us to our riad, a moroccan guest house, and waited for his tip that he already suggested to deserve since we were half-way there. Exhausted we gave him a 1€ piece which he seemed to be happy with. Then, we were positively surprised that the riad Alamanda looked exactly as promised on the pictures.

Oh boy was I exhausted from our little walk. I felt like hiding in the hostel. The world out there just seemed too much. But we decided we needed to get some cash from the ATM and get a feeling for the crazy place out there. So we dared the first walk in the Medina on our own…

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Maybe your little dream is not as stupid as it seemed.

Saturday afternoon. It was a long day. The four-days seminar I am currently taking requires my full attention – 12 hours per day. This will be a rather philosophical post.

Today, we did a role-playing excercise that really brought me to my limits. The task was to literally move a person out of a room by the power of your voice. Meaning: screaming and shouting from the bottom of your soul to create such rage and anger that the person has no other choice than to leave.

Ehm… right.

Well, I nearly pooped my pants just by the trainer explaining what we should do. After all, I consider myself a pretty balanced and peaceful person. I could not imagine myself screaming at someone like a berserk for no valid reason. And by the time we got started with the excercise and I heard other people scream and felt their anger, tears were running down my face.

Eventually it was my turn and I gave it all I had. I screamed louder and louder and at some point I did not recognize my own voice anymore. It was not pretty. My face turned purple, my eyes nearly popped out, BUT I survived. Not sure if I can say the same thing about my vocal chords, though.

What´s more important – it felt good. Not because there was so much anger stuck inside of me. But just because I did something I would, under normal circumstances, never do. I went out of my comfort zone and tapped into what could become possible if I just decide to do it and stick with my decision.

After the screaming part was over, we all sat down in a circle and closed our eyes. The instructor told us to now picture our greatest passion and take a couple of deep breaths.

That was when it really hit me and I had one of these “AHA”-moments. The first thing, the very first image that came to my mind when closing my eyes and thinking of my biggest passion was: *drumroll* … TRAVELLING!

What? How can that be? After clearing up all the clutter from my mind, all the unnecessary thoughts and the “noise” in my head – what´s left is travelling? Up until today I thought my urge to travel was some kind of instinct to get away from “reality”, or not having to deal with finding out what I truly want to do. I thought it was something my mind made up for me not having to see the “truth”. But what IF actually this is my truth?

What if my little dream is not at all as stupid as it seemed?