Published on April 4th, 20149
Catching Up: Morocco 1 of 8
Yes, yes, I know – you’re no doubt thinking “Morocco??? WTF?” And YOU thought I’d moved to Ecuador – so you’re probably thinking “What’s with this green star thingy on a red flag?”
Yes, I’ve got p.l.e.n.t.y. to share about my new home here at the top of that “g-forsaken mountain in the Andes”. Not to mention STILL hope to share the details of my Borneo adventures (can you spell P-Y-G-M-Yx E-L-E-P-H-A-N-T-S?), but… I seriously want to catch up on some of my early travels. Indeed, no less than *8* separate posts (including a VIDEO!) on yet another idyllic “Catching Up” destination.
This from my 2009 trip to – what turned out to be – perhaps by most FAVORITE country on earth: MOROCCO. Originally pecked in my ancient travelpod.com blog, here we have my first two entries as I prepped for the trip.
Date: 19 September 2009
Pecked from: Seattle
Desperately Seeking Gary Cooper
Though I surely ain’t no Marlene Dietrich, nonetheless I’m soon off on another African adventure – this time to Morocco!
Yup, I’ve always dreamed of riding a camel in the Sahara and somewhere in Morocco there’s bound to be a dromedary w/ my name on it.
And while I’m not at all sure I’ll be able to diligently pop in here whilst skipping about Morocco, leastwise this little blog may serve as a handy place for me to jot down a trip diary as I go along.
Pecked from: Seattle
As every intrepid off-the-beaten-path traveler knows: When it come to packing – LESS is BEST!!! And thus normally I travel with but one carry-on size pack. But for this 18 day trip to Morocco (including widely varying climates – from the Saharan desert to the High Atlas mountains to Medieval cities to a seaside village along the windswept Atlantic), I’ve challenge myself to take packing light to an even more minimalist level – it all fits into but a small rucksack!
Fast-forward 5 years:
I’ve since made camel encounters a quest in my travels to other lands (the two-humped variety in Mongolia springs to mind), but I will never forget the thrill of that first (painful!) galumphing meander deep amid the (surprisingly crismon) Saraha dunes.
Note also a few of the stray items in my (admittedly ultra light, even for me!) rucksack:
- My beloved blue Sawyer filtered water bottle (you shall see it more prominently in the final video of this trip)
- The (yellow topped) plastic submersible camera bag – clearly not so much for protection from water on this particular trip, but ever so handy for keeping blowing Sahara sand out of my technos.
- The (omnipresent for all my travels) GPSr – yep, I did indeed go after a couple few geocaches in Morocco.
- The (pale blue) rolled up sleep-sheet – generally recommended for dodgy hostels/hotels, but… I must say, I never used it.
- The blue frisbee – handy for picnics and/or sharing a bit of rustic tangine over a camp fire in the desert
- Precious few clothes – but a single long skirt, a couple of pairs of pants, and a fleece jacket.
btw, it seems many (both lads, but especially lasses) find Morocco to be a bit dicey to navigate, and complain of incessant pestering hawkers at every turn. YMMV of course, but personally – skipping solo all over the country, I found little to no such ack. Perhaps ‘cuz I’m a bit of a veteran in the simple and subtle ways to avoid such harassment, else… maybe my snow-white dodderin’ locks? Not sure, but again – I absolutely L.O.V.E.D. every moment in Morocco.
How ’bout you? Have you visited Morocco? Were you pestered? How did you handle it?