Saturday was the day that we decided to go to see the mountains. We arranged a cheap trip their by joining to other guests at our hotel. Little did we know that they were going somewhere completely different – but beautiful – which created a detour of about 2 hours. The roads through the Atlas mountains was wing and it wasn’t long before I started feeling carsick. Usually I can control it, but there was just so much to see that it was impossible to sit still.
En route to Ourika, the magical place with the huge waterfalls, we stopped to see camels, a Berber bridge and the house of a typical Berber family. All very, very interesting to see. We also went to a special sort of pharmacy, where I bought loads of traditional stuff like black soap and Kohl.
Eventually we arrived at the spot where our guide was waiting for us and we were going hiking. By that time I was already feeling a bit weak but I was determined to make it to the top. Unfortunately my body seemed to disagree, and after 10 minutes I was exhausted. I told them to go on without me. (Drama queen that I am)
I just sat there enjoying the view, waiting for them to come back and get me and eventually they did. Lysanne enjoyed the waterfalls, and I did the same vicariously.
After driving all the way back, we were absolutely exhausted and rested in our hotel room before going for dinner on the square. We went to the famous Cafe de France, which sucks big time. We simply had pizza, and it was good. But their menu was very limited and so we just ate and looked at the mass of people down on the square. It’s ridiculous when you see the amount of people gathering here every night.
yesterday, however, we went to the famous Tanjia. A restaurant which claims to have the best Tajines in Marrakech. Although I would love to take a tasting test throughout them all and see if it’s true, My lamb tajine was delicious and I will just believe them.
Last but not least I finally went to Le Jardin Majorelle and enjoyed every beautiful minute of it. Damnit what a beautiful garden that is. YSL was one lucky man. I’ll add most of my pictures, as a picture is worth a thousand words.