Part 1: The souks
Yes, of course we did.
I think it happens to all of us when we visit Marrakech, and it’s all part of the experience. The thing is that I’m an extremely organised person (or at least I like to think I am, even though I’m more than halfway into January and just now I’m updating you guys on a trip I made a month ago) so not being able to control this situation and know where we were (or how to get out, for that matter) was a bit stressful, in the best way possible, if that makes any sense (okay maybe not, but just keep reading).
The thing is, if you go to Marrakech, you need to venture into the souks and get your own ‘lost in the souks’ experience or else you didn’t go! We knew that beforehand and I tried to prepare as much in advance as I could, but not even Google maps was going to be able to help me (and I didn’t have any service either so what’s the point?) so my strategy was “G, let’s try to remember key points during our path and walk in a straight line”, that way we’ll only need to turn around and walk all the way back to get out, right? WRONG.
We entered and saw the most chaotic but beautiful scenario with hundreds of items hanging from floor to ceiling, and so many beautiful handcrafted pieces, that it was both fascinating and a bit overwhelming. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that many colours and textures together, and even though at first it seemed chaotic, a couple of minutes in, you just start falling in love with it.
So we walked, and walked, and then walked some more, and at one point G got so incredibly excited with the entire situation that he decided to start turning around (now I can definitely see that this is where it all went wrong) and we walked for at least 20 minutes turning on every corner that we liked, until we realised we were in a completely different spot with absolutely no clue on how to go back.
You know what my lovely boyfriend decided to do? FOLLOW SOME OTHER TOURISTS (against all judgement and my will because why on earth are we going to follow someone that doesn’t know where they’re going). Long story short: they were being guided by a local to a restaurant or spa in the middle of nowhere so we ended up being even more lost than what we were before.
After what felt like forever and probably walking in circles more than one time, we found our way back to a more touristic area and decided to start following our instincts (and the people that looked like they were going out, don’t ask me what’s the difference, it’s just a lie we told ourselves at that time) and finally made it out.
In case anyone’s interested: we came out 1 hour and 36 minutes after we went in, and the only times we stopped were to look around and take a couple of pictures, meaning we didn’t buy anything this first time.
Right after that first time, we drank some orange juice at Jemaa el-Fna and went back in, because we loved the adrenaline rush so much that we just couldn’t wait to go back. And of course, we got lost again. But only for half an hour or so, so it wasn’t so bad.
I know this wasn’t food related, but I didn’t want to include what we ate on that day here to avoid having the longest post on earth, so come back tomorrow for that, I promise it’ll be good! If you follow me on Instagram, you’ve already seen a sneak peek, and if you don’t what are you waiting for?
Anyway, if you’re still reading, thank you for continuing until the end, and I truly hope you enjoyed the pictures! I could have gone into more detail, but I didn’t want you to find it long and boring, so if you want to hear it from me, make sure to message me. I’m super dramatic so you’ll probably feel as desperate as I was when I couldn’t find my way out.
Once again, make sure to come back tomorrow for more. The food was amazing so you won’t want to miss that recommendation.
That’s it for now.