Marrakech till midnight

I once visited Morocco. I was on my way to Australia and for some reason myself and my girlfriend at the time decided to take a detour and visit. It was a while ago now but the place from the whole trip that still stands out most in my mind is the stay in Marrakech. There are few places I have been where it feels like you have just crossed into another world or time. Of course there was a lot of touristy stuff and you got pestered by people trying to sell you things but as we sat in a café by the market, with our mint teas, the day turned to night, the colours, sounds and smells of the place took over and you got the feeling of a unique atmosphere.

 At the time we really weren’t getting on but because the place felt so different and new to both of us we managed to put things aside and just enjoy the noise, the buzz of the place. During the day after the long trip we were kind of stressed out but now in the heat of the night it was just about trying to soak in each moment before we had to leave. It was fun being together there because sharing it made it more real.

 The morning after we had to leave, and we had to go back to the real world. We broke up soon after and she kept the camera. Now if I want to see Marrakech I have to google it.