I Love Morocco

Our last day in Essaouira was a depressing one (only because I didn’t want to leave). We did the usual, breakfast and beach. Mikey was bribed into buying an ugly pair of sunglasses on the beach while a henna artist attacked me. She grabbed my hand and started painting on it while I said, “no, I don’t have any money, I don’t want one.” She said for me, no charge, so I thought I was humoring her, letting her paint, but then she hassled me for 200 dh! I said no fucking way and gave her 10 to piss off. She was the worst person we’d had to deal with in morocco and my henna looked like someone has taken a shit on my hand. Idiot.

Once the beach got too windy, we did some last minute Christmas shopping and had a veggi tangine with couscous in the square. I made a new friend and mikey got angry, because he thought i’d get rabies.

We caught the 6:45pm bus to Marrakesh and stayed there for the night since our flight to Prague was at 11am the next morning. The hotel was the least comfortable one yet, but really cheap and right in the center of everything. We bought a pirated DVD for 10 dh and called it a night.

In the morning I felt horrible knowing we had to say goodbye to such an incredible country. The way Moroccans treat each other and visitors like us is incredible and I was really inspired by it. They make eye contact with each other on the streets rather than avoid talking to each other and rush on with their day. Everything is about relaxing and being content with yourself and your surroundings. It’s a mentality that I caught on to quickly and it made my entire stay in Morocco an experience that is hard to explain. I was in the right place in the right time and in the exact head space I needed to be in. I’d never felt so relaxed before.