I left for Africa in January when our evenings were the darkest and most grim. Arriving in Marrakesh, the nights were chill but the days were warm and clear. I went to experience the intense culture shock that jolts the soul and lingers for weeks and years after you return home to dank England. I can still hear the rabble of the square, the clockwork call to prayers from the stork sprinkled minarets and the dusty snake charmer's pungi flutes. Money and circumstance have meant my traveling days are over for a while, but I can still re-live them on my blog and hope to return one day.
|Pots in El Badi Palace|
|The omnipresent storks|
|Mint tea greeting|
|Orange trees in El Badi|
|The pure blue of the sky|
|Islamic geometric mosaic in El Bahai Palace|
|Jemaa el-Fna at dusk, the most incredible sight and sound I've ever seen|
|Evening in the market|
|The snail seller|
|Persian carpets in the morning|
|The shop where everything is made from tires|
|Evening near the leather tanneries|
|The blue of the Majorelle gardens matched the sky|
The first time you hear the call to prayer in a Muslim country is an incredible moment. I had to film it it.