From the Sahara

Hey!!! I miss you all. We are in Morrocco still. Spent three days in Marrakech, after one night in Casablanca. All of it was amazing and wonderful and magical. We had planned on staying in and around Marrakech all week, but changed plans and headed southish to whereever the hell are now. Arfoud I think? Tomorrow we head for the Sahara and a camel ride in tents. Probably by the time you read this, we will be on a camel.

This trip has been a blast with random chance after random chance. This is a country where once you “know a guy” you know a bazillion guys who can get you whatever and wherever.

I tried to upload a picture, but my ipad is being all persnickety about it. I have posted a couple on facebook, but not a lot since internet is spottyish, and we cant use our phone internet because it is $20 a mb.

We did go through Ourzazate, and all we could do is roll down the window and sniff to see if it smelled like the Commes des Garcons version. Not really is the answer, but it was a quick sniff.

Morocco feels so foreign and yet so familiar. Even the bargaining, which I normally hate doing has become fun and theatrical.

More later!!!

  • maggiecat says:

    What a wonderful adventure! Thanks for sharing. Continue to travel safely and joyfully.

  • Musette says:

    Color me =:)

    But also :d for you and this incredible trip! I absolutely LOVE the idea of you guys sticking your noses out the window through Ourzazate, comparing the scents! I am so glad I wasn’t drinking my coffee just when I read that! =))

    (continue to ) Have an incredible time!

    xo >-)

  • Ann says:

    Hi, Patty! Thanks for sharing your wonderful adventure with us. Sounds like there’s something cool around every turn. Hope the camel ride / tent experience goes well. Enjoy!!

  • Jillie says:

    How exciting – what a trek! I was about 12 when we went to Morocco, but I still remember all the pungent aromas …… the Casbah, where huge bags of spices spilled out onto the narrow streets, the smell of mint tea that all the men sat sipping outside the cafes, the wet wafting of their hookah pipes and the orange blossom water sprinkled liberally over hands, heads etc. Also, the not so pleasant odours, like sewage (!), rotting meat from the fly-ridden carcasses hanging out above our heads, and – outside the market place, the smell of camel dung mixed with the salt tang of the breeze from across the Atlantic.

    Morocco was where I first experienced Mitsouko on a glamorous French lady and I was then smitten for life. Have a lovely time and thank you for bringing us news of your exotic trip. Wish I was there!