MOROCCO ROAD TRIP V: Fes, Volubilis, Casablanca

Unedited, pardon grammar errors

Even now, as I type this, I feel sad remembering how little time I gave this trip. If one has time, one should consider spending at least three months in Morocco. Even three months wouldn’t be enough to explore this wonderful country and its equally wonderful people and culture.

Fes for me has more charm than Marrakesh. It is the oldest city in Morocco with the most number of streets at 19,000! We woke up relaxed, had our breakfast, and prepared for the tour we scheduled the day before. It was a walking tour and started at ten in the morning (you can choose the time most convenient for you). The price of the tour was 250 dirhams (P1,200.00 or 24 euros).

Our guide was an old gentleman who grew up in Fes. He had a rather solemn demeanor. I personally felt like a student, and he my professor. The tour started with a word of caution from him. We were told to keep all belongings secured at all times and not to talk to strangers.

Our first stop was Bou Inania Madrasa. The entrance fee was 10 dirhams (P50 or 1 euro). It’s a stone’s throw away from our hotel, along one of the two main streets of Fes.

Doors. Morocco and doors. Immediately, I noticed how different Moroccan doors were. They are mostly made from real hard wood, wide, colorful, and embellished with metals. Our guide said that doors used to be a status symbol. The bigger and more luxurious your door is, the richer you are. That explained a lot of things to me.

The doors of Bou Inania Madrasa were huge but unassuming. When you enter it, you will see a peaceful and clean sanctuary of scholars for centuries. It was founded AD 1351 to 56. Can you believe that? It’s still standing, and well-maintained. IT’S IN THE MIDDLE OF A BUSY MEDINA! It’s very peaceful inside, even if there were tourists taking photos. We spent about a half hour here, the guide explaining how every single geometric pattern we see has a number that goes on and on, symbolizing infinity.

We continued on with the tour. The medina was a feast for the senses, all different aromas and sights. Bread was made the traditional way. Stalls have big round stones to make crepes. It was fascinating for me to see an oval shaped stone used to make very thin layers of bread.

The mountains of nuts and spices were also everywhere, as well as stalls selling torones/nougat. I’ve never seen so many that at first glance I thought they were huge bars of soap a la Lush. Leather goods are also much cheaper in Fes compared to Marrakesh. But buyers, please remember that the stink from the leather doesn’t come off easy. You might find a wonderful leather purse that would sell four times more where you’re from but the one you will find in Morocco will have to be aired out, drenched in baking soda, wrapped in paper, swabbed with vinegar, and all that. The bigger the bag, the heavier the stink you need to battle with. So remember this when buying Moroccan leather goods. And yes, if left outside a plastic bag, it will stink up your whole house. You see, they use natural dyes and natural leather softener, which is pigeon poop. I asked the guy from one of the biggest tanneries, “Do you ever run out of pigeon poop?” He said they actually have pigeon poop suppliers. I wanted to ask more about it, like how the supplier gets the merchandise but I don’t think he was interested in such shitty conversation.

After all that leather, we went to see where they make fabric from the agave tree. I purchased a scarf (I always do this yet, I don’t know why. I don’t even like scarfs all that much). We then went to an old-fashioned apothecary shop selling a wide array of perfumes, oils, kohl, herbs and herbal medicines, and even masala. I bought kohl eyeliner, masala, saffron, and got my mother a small bottle of myrrh, which the apothecary called “Jesus oil.”

We continued walking through narrow streets, some too narrow to pass through. A few times, I wondered how I’d be able to struggle if buried under the rubble of the entire city if an earthquake suddenly hits. I can be morbid that way. We went to a place where people dyed fabric, and onto a place where copper pots and pans were made and sold. There were old-fashioned blacksmith shops, and stalls that sold hand-carved wooden ornaments. I wanted to buy everything but alas, I doubt I can bring them all home. Up until this day, I regret not buying at least one copper pot for candy making. Maybe next time. Because I will go back.

The tour ended early. My feet were killing me. The rest of the day was spent in the hotel. Elton almost never speaks but boy was he a riot, counting every section of the patterns we saw, like our guide did. We probably didn’t stop laughing for hours. Fun times. We talked about history as some of the Moroccan marble we saw came from Italy, in exchange for sugar back in the day.

We had dinner, rice and kebabs, oranges and bananas for dessert. We hit the sack and started the next day early. We headed to Volubilis, a UNESCO heritage site an hour and a half away from Fes. One can see it from afar. Elton commented it’s obviously Roman as Romans chose mostly places like it—near water supply, cool climate, the works. We paid the entrance fee of 20 dirhams (P107/2 euro). What can I say? The place will give you perfect photos. The remnants of Roman civilization is very interesting, and the view is simply stunning. From here, you can see Moulay Idriss, a town on the hills at the base of a mountain. We drove and saw it as well.


We headed back to Fes, had lunch along the way, and shopped for souvenirs. I bought a couple more of leather items and plates, Elton shyly asked me to haggle for him, and the night ended with me feeling sad because we will be heading to the city the next day and the day after, we leave.

Tannery, Fes
Leather Shop at Fes


Moulay Idriss Zerhoun
Snack Amine, Casablanca

The next morning, we started early for Casablanca. It was going to be a long drive at 256 kilometers. The route was, as always, scenic. The ride in itself was fun, but I still couldn’t make myself feel happy as we were gonna end the trip in just a few hours.

We reached Casablanca before nightfall. The hotel was quite nice, the rooms very spacious. I decided that we should have a seafood dinner since Elton loves it. We went to a restaurant named Snack Amine. The serving was huge! We weren’t able to finish our plates. As Elton was eating, I took out my phone and took a video of him. I swear I have never seen anyone eat as classy.

We headed back to the hotel afterwards. I started organizing my stuff. And this is where I’ll stop writing about Morocco because the flight back home was uneventful and left me feeling even emptier. I actually cried at the airport.

In conclusion, yes, a trip to Morocco from the Philippines will NOT be cheap (at least not as cheap as traveling to ASEAN countries) but about half of the price you’ll be spending will be for the flight. Is it going to be worth it? YES. ABSOLUTELY. I will do it again! Morocco is very underrated. Go, see it. It’s breathtaking.

AGOT (A Game of Trolls) by PETA

How I feel about the rise of the trolls in the Philippines was never a secret. What are trolls anyway? So many definitions are available online but for me, trolls are individuals who go out of their way to cause confusion, anger, and fear by spreading “alternative facts.”  There is a fine line between trolls and apologists. They are equally annoying but if a troll is fueled by money or narcissism, apologists are often victims of trolls’ “alternative facts” a.k.a. lies.

What bothers me mostly about trolls is the fact that they influence a lot of people. I lament the death of critical thinking. Reading, exposure to other cultures, and the realization that the world is a big place don’t seem to make any impact in a lot of people’s social and political perspective.


Before seeing the play, I wondered how it can influence the audience. Lately, people have been more than passionate in their political views that it has created a huge divide. Critics are immediately filed under “destabilizer” and therefore must be attacked. I asked myself if the musicale might in some way anger people. How does one deliver a message that would say “accurate” and “fair” without it being preachy and boring? In a time where memes play an important role in disseminating news or propaganda, something like AGoT might prove to be a challenge for PETA.

I should have trusted PETA more. AGoT is a well-researched musicale that tackles facts that have been a subject of heated debates for years. It is very Filipino in delivery, has sense of humor, and tugs at one’s heartstrings as our recent history should.

AGoT is a story of Heck, who works in a pro-Martial Law troll center run by a man named Bimbam, an Apo loyalist. Hector’s estranged mother, a former Martial Law activist, comes for a visit and tries to work on their relationship. But years of alienation have turned a son’s heart cold and made him apathetic.

Hec finds himself being haunted by ghosts from the Martial Law regime, who all tell him their story. He tries to fight these truths, argue that they deserved what happened to them… Until his mother reveals her own tale that still torments her decades later.

The musicale was written by Liza Magtoto and directed by Maribel Legarda, producers of the PETA hit “Rak of Aegis.” The songs were written by Vincent de Jesus.

“Laos ang Asar-Talo” has lines that can never be more accurate:

“…Pag naglabas ng issue, tirahin niyo ng personal

Pagurin niyo, sumagot nang pabalang

Ibahin niyo ang usapan, hanggang sa mapikon (Dahil laos ang asar-talo)

Lunurin niyo sa kasinungalingan, hanggang sa pati sila ay malito

Kung ano nga ba ang tama? Kung ano nga ba ang ano?.

“….Non sequitur ang ating bala. Kumasa at tumira

(At kung di pa rin umatras, lagyan ng ad hominem pa)

Gumawa ng mga fake accounts gamit ang picture ng iba

Sumagot ng naka-all caps at i-copy paste sa bawat thread

Ng bumabatikos kay Madam.”

The actors delivered well, especially Upeng Galang-Fernandez, who played Nanay Tere, Hector’s mother. It was impossible not to shed a tear or two as she delivered a powerful monologue towards the end of the play.

I highly recommend AGoT to every Filipino, young and old. For ticket and inquiries, you may contact Queng Reyles at 725-­6244 loc. 23; 0917-­5394707;


[This post has not been edited nor proofread. Please pardon errors.]

There is nothing better than hot mint tea at dusk when it’s seven degrees. Being from a tropical paradise, my main goal after getting out of the heated car was to find heat again. At the hotel, we were welcomed by a man dressed in traditional Berber clothing. I introduced myself; he smiled and said, “I know!” OHMYGOD, I never thought my books reached this side of the world! Seriously though, we arrived past five in the afternoon and one-half of the guest list that day. The kasbah’s name is Kasbah Azalay. It is built in the desert, the reason why I booked it in the first place. We wouldn’t have time for a Saharan bivouac; a luxury tent didn’t seem like a smart option since we only had a night to spend in the Sahara; a regular tent was too rock and roll for us as well so booking a hotel where we can see what we came in Merzouga for seemed like the best option. Kasbah Azalay was indeed a great find. I’m not sure how to get here through public transportation, but Google Maps will inevitably bring you here if you’re driving a car. There are no concrete roads around this part anymore, but one won’t need a 4 x 4 to get to the hotel.

Kasbah Azalay has its own parking. The structure is quite lovely, especially the pool. Everywhere you look, you will see sand. The dunes can be seen from here. They seemed too near but we were told it will take at least forty-five minutes to get there via quad bike (100 euros or P5,000 for the tour). We had our tea with the wonderful Berber man on the rooftop, overlooking the desert.


The rooms were huge and clean. The man helped us check in. We were booked in the rooms beside the pool. We were told that during the summer the heat can be unforgiving, ergo, the pool. We headed straight out to take photos and relax in the living area. It was spacious. Wi-fi was good here, unlike in the rooms. There was a fireplace. Elton and I requested for a pot of tea, which was immediately served. Tea is always free in Morocco. Tea is always good in Morocco. I read an article about tea making and it said that it requires a few techniques. I guess it’s true `cause I can never make tea as good as theirs but one has to wonder why since it’s basically just boiled leaves. Moroccans are tea masters.


The kasbah is a bit far from stores or restaurants but it wasn’t a problem. They serve good Moroccan dinner. Most importantly, they serve rice! They have set menus that are quite simple but filling and tasty. We had saffron rice (khobz for Elton) and beef in tomato sauce topped with eggs. For dessert, fresh apples, bananas, and oranges with cinnamon.

With stomachs almost bursting, it was time to rest. We didn’t even talk much. I got ready for bed and as soon as Elton’s back hit the sheets, he was out. So was I. I woke up early the following day to see the famous Saharan sunrise. It was beautiful. Camels were everywhere. Everything was copper, as oppose to gray before nightfall.

I woke Elton up and we had breakfast before checking out. We were halfway our trip. It was going to be a seven-hour journey to Fes. I was looking forward to it, having greatly enjoyed being on the road.

As always, Morocco did not disappoint. We passed by Efroud, Errachidia, Azrou, and many other towns. This was where it got real for me. SNOW!!! SKIING!!! OMG!!! It was such a wonderful first time for me to see people skiing by the road. Elton commented, that part of Morocco was very “European.” The houses were. There were places where people camped by bonfires. It was quite fascinating for me to see.




We reached Fes around seven in the evening. We followed Google Maps but couldn’t find our hotel so we called them up and were told that they will send someone over to pick us up. I was getting nervous. If I booked a hotel like the one I booked in Marrakesh, I was afraid it will flip Elton’s bitch switch. In my head, I was weighing the options if the hotel turned out horrible—where shall I book? What will I tell Elton? Should I raise my eyebrows at him before he spoke to force him to keep his thoughts deep, deep inside? I looked at him. He was silent, tired, stomach still upset, while we’re waiting inside the car.

After a few minutes, a nice-looking young man arrived, showing his ID. He was from Dar Mansoura. He took us to the parking area, which was outside the Blue Gate (Bab Bou Jeloud). Parking was easy and cost 20 dirhams/night. Not bad.


The hotel was located inside the medina, near the Blue Gate—basically one of the entry points to the medina. We passed by a couple of restaurants and stores—leather shops, meat shops, sweets and pastry shops, you name it. The hotel was located not too deep in the medina. It was beautifuland oddly quiet.

Elton seemed pleased. It was not too far from the parking area, and the receptionist was helpful and friendly. Mint tea was served. There were only five or six rooms in this place, all big. After checking in, we headed out to have dinner. We saw a restaurant that offers 50 dirhams (5 euros or P250) for a kebab meal. As we were eating, the waiter said he will give it to us for only 35 dirhams, and asked for us to be kind enough to leave him a handsome tip. We did. Later, we found out that food is not spared from haggling. Of course, I tried my best and got those 60-dirham plates for 25 dirhams `cause haggling is one art my mother taught me well. Elton accuses me of being cheap, I just roll my eyes and try not to remind him that he needed my haggling expertise a few times in Morocco. Again, never be too ashamed to say the price you want to pay. Less than 50% of the total price is ideal.

Kebab plate, can go as low as 25 dirhams. So haggle, haggle, haggle

We headed back to the hotel and freshened up. Tired as I was, I wanted to have a little chat with Elton about our itinerary for the next day but as soon as I closed my eyes I fell fast asleep. The next morning, I knew what Elton did as I was sleeping and I was right. He took a video of me snoring from exhaustion. Ah, I shall get my revenge!

Morocco Road Trip III: Aït Benhaddou & Dades Gorges

[This has not been proofread yet. Please bear with me]

The trip was turning out great. We munched on some pastry bars and the free Moroccan trail mix I got from a souk in Marrakesh. I sang from time to time, and Elton either smiled or smirked, depending on his mood. We talked about travel, life, stupid people. That was fun, too, but time and again, we heard ourselves say, “Look!” or “Wow!” or “Oh my god!” or “That’s so beautiful!” The countryside was a tapestry sewn so intricately by nature, much more complex than the way the Berbers forge silver with wood to create one-of-a-kind trinkets, or how they use the Agave plant that grows abundant to make silk. Having the Atlas Mountain Range and its sub-ranges as a rich and vibrant backdrop was nature’s greatest gift to Moroccans, and Northern Africa, for that matter. If you look at the map, you’ll see that a part of the mountain range and the mountain’s sub-ranges are  in the middle of Morocco, which means that you will see and pass through and around them most of your journey if you explore the country by land.

Our itinerary for the day was Essaouira-Ait Benhaddou-Dades. According to Google Maps, it was going to be an eight and a half hour trip, excluding stops. The road to Ait Benhaddou was a showcase of nature’s beauty. I have never seen so many shades of bronze and copper in all my life. I bet the Pantone people will salivate. The traditional houses are a dark shade of terracotta. There are small communities in the middle of nowhere. Most of the time, only a few cars will pass by for miles and miles. I can’t remember how many times I asked Elton how people can live so far from markets and without any visible car to take them anywhere in case of emergency. Not only will you see houses built far from the street without any visible road leading to it (how the heck did they transport the materials to build it?), but there will be hitchhikers along the roads where not a lot of cars pass by. How in the world did they get there in the first place will be your first question. The second will be how they can reach their destination. Herds of sheep can be seen here and there, just strolling like rebels—who the heck needs shepherds, right? We saw a herd of goats almost defying gravity, strutting on a face of what seemed like a plateau (I need to review land forms, I guess). But goats! Are you friggin’ kidding me? I refused to believe they were goats so Elton pulled over to make me look closer. They were indeed goats, almost camouflaged by dirt, except for the black ones.

Goats are “Wicked,” they defy gravity. Can you see the terracotta-colored ones?!
All of a sudden, a cute structure.


Most roads are empty.


I also saw a lot of RVs in Morocco. Most of them have European plates, according to Elton.

Walter White, is that you?

There are a lot of vans as well. Basically, vehicles we see in movies that people use for road tripping. I know that sounds very ignorant but I have yet to see vans and RVs like those in Asia. Elton said that RVs are great for travel in Morocco but not in Europe because in Europe, parking might be a problem. He also said traveling in an RV when it’s cold is hard `cause one would need to keep the heater on all night. He said he traveled in one when he was sixteen. I do pick up a lot of information from Elton, which I feel is worth sharing and can be useful for writers like myself.

We stopped to eat around two in the afternoon, had tagine beef and chicken with bread. In Morocco’s simple restaurants (their version of karinderya, a bit fancier than our simple ones), couscous is almost never served (surprise!). Rice is found here and there but the staple is bread, usually khobz or baguette.

With stomachs full (Elton was having stomach problems but carried on anyway), we hit the road again. The sun was starting to set as we continued on Ouazazate (pronounced war-zazat). The view was absolute perfection, OH. MY. GOD. The sun painted everything copper, gold, and bronze. I was asking myself if it was real because everything in front of me was unbelievable. It was breathtaking. This will be the setting of a new fantasy book, I told myself. It seemed like at any given moment, someone would say “Cut!” because it looked like a movie set in its utter perfection. Surreal. Everywhere I looked, my eyes were filled with nature’s splendor, but they were hungry for more. Morocco only seemed too eager to show off.

It was past five in the afternoon and our hotel In Dades was pre-booked (a few hours away), and we haven’t even reached Ait Benhaddou yet, where some scenes from movies and TV were shot. We decided to stay here for the night. There were a lot of inns anyway.

Ait Benhaddou is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. It is a ksar (a fortified village). The structure is beautiful and shows how the Berbers used to live. Now, only four families live here and tourism has invaded it. There are stores and inns. We saw a couple pulling their luggage up the ksar. It’s difficult and your luggage will be dirty by the time you get to your hotel. You can hire someone to carry your bags for you (for a fee). If you plan to get to the Sahara from here, there are tour agencies (some authentic Berbers) offering camel treks to the desert.


We didn’t spend a lot of time in the ksar. We needed to find a place to stay for the night so we searched for one. Along the way, we saw an inn that looked nice enough. The receptionist said the price per room was 50 euros. By this time I was already learning the art of Moroccan haggling so I told the receptionist that technically, we will only spend a few hours there since it was already seven in the evening, therefore, he might want to give us a discount. He agreed. From 50 euros, the price went down to 20 (P1,050.00). It came with free breakfast. Good deal.

We freshened up a bit and headed out to look for a place that served dinner. The road was very dark. Elton noticed that the stars seemed brighter and larger here than in Italy, where he’s from. I read this same observation in a book by an American author. I didn’t notice anything different, which made me think that foreigners in the Philippines probably think stargazing is “more fun in the Philippines.” I will let you know once I go to either Italy or America. Haha!

I didn’t like the idea of driving far away since it was very dark so when I saw a restaurant that looked lovely, I asked Elton if we can check it out. The place was called Kasbah Isfoula. They served a mix of Moroccan and European cuisine. Elton had steak in blue cheese gravy and wine; while I tried their pork Milanese and Coke Zero. I know, I’m so rock and roll and Elton is so sophisticated. He didn’t even order wine to be fancy. Haha! I need to be schooled in sophistication, I guess. I’m not a fan of wine, and I hope Elton doesn’t convert me into one `cause my friends will raise their brows at me if I ask for a glass of fine vintage as I eat my rice and chicken adobo. Elton knew I disliked blue cheese but he made me try his steak with blue cheese sauce. I suspected he wanted to prove a point and make me a blue cheese fanatic. He succeeded. Credit goes out to Kasbah Isfoula in making me see the light. The meal was delicious! And the plates? Gorgeous.

Appetizer. This is the plate they gave me.

I wanted to buy their plates but they said they weren’t for sale. I said “please” and I guess the waiter got amused and returned as we were getting ready to leave to hand over a plate. Very, very nice people. I love this place. Next time, I will eat here again.


We went back to the hotel after a lovely dinner. By morning, we had our breakfast and headed to our next destination—the Sahara Desert, Erg Chebbi. But first, we must see Dades Gorges. Elton was very interested when I showed him the photos of the road with hairpin turns. Funny thing, we were already in Dades but we still weren’t aware we passed through the famous road until we stopped to look at the view. It looked exactly like it does in photos. That’s the thing about Morocco—you don’t need Photoshop!


It was around two in the afternoon. We saw a van with an Italian plate and Elton talked to the guy about the road condition headed up and was told that the guy had to turn back because a part of the road was closed due to snow, plus we will be behind schedule if we continued on this road to get to Merzouga and see Erg Chebbi. The Sahara, finally. I can hear Anggun singing in my head… “If your hope scatter like the dust across your track, I’ll be the moon that shines on your path… The sun may blind our eyes, I’ll pray the skies above… For snow to fall on the Sahara…”

Arriving in the kasbah in Merzouga, I never thought that it was so cold that it was not entirely impossible for snow to indeed fall on the Sahara! But I shall talk about that on my next entry.

Morocco Road Trip II: Marrakesh to Essouira

After breakfast in Marrakesh, Elton John and I prepared to leave. We took a leisurely walk to the parking area and I bought nuts. It wasn’t very cold that morning, perfect for the trip.

Essaouira at seven in the morning.

I wanted to see Essaouira (Sor-yah/Esor-yah) mainly to see where they shot some scenes from Game of Thrones. Elton was in charge of navigation. Google Maps wasn’t working well but Here app was great. I didn’t even know about that app until I saw him use it. Everyday, he stuck his own phone holder on the windshield. From the app, we can see the map, time of arrival, speed, kilometers reached, and speed limit of the road. It beeps when you go 10 kilometers above the limit. Isn’t that amazing? Elton prefers Google Maps but I think Here is great.

I saw a lot of Argan trees along the road from Marrakech to Essaoiura. The view is awesome—rolling hills, summer shades everywhere, snow-capped mountains. When you get to the Citadel of Essaouira, you will see the Atlantic Ocean. Seagulls everywhere. We parked near the walls of the Citadel, beside the stretch of seafood restaurants where the fresh catch of the day is displayed. You will choose which ones you like and have them cook it. The price was higher than ours in the Philippines, but not by much (if we’re eating Dampa-style, similar to this). They eat seafood with bread, which was perfect for Elton but not for me. I asked for rice but they didn’t have it. We had fish and shrimps, which Elton couldn’t get enough of.

After our late lunch, we tried to look for the exact place where GOT was shot. We took photos of the ocean. It was cold but who cares? I was in awe. The ocean and the walls were picturesque. After a while, a guy with a tray offered us pastries and “happy cake.” What makes it “happy” is hashish or hash. Elton bought a few bars of sweets, the regular kind of course, and asked the guy where we needed to go to see the blue boats I saw on Google and the GOT shoot location. The guy told us it was near the cafés a few meters away. We headed there and found a small street lined with artisan shops and inns. It was an artsy street. I bought a Berber plate (50 dirhams but was originally priced at 130). Elton was invited inside a Berber shop where we chatted with the owner. Elton wanted to buy silver rings but didn’t know how to haggle and so I haggled for him. The Berber guy was tough and said that I haggled like a Berber woman. We weren’t convinced with his prices and so we started to leave. Once outside, the man gently held Elton’s arm and told me to stay out of the shop as a joke because he couldn’t convince Elton to buy anything with me there. So I stayed outside and they talked in Italian. Moroccans speak a mixture of French and Arabic, by the way. There are a number of them who speak Italian as well. Elton can speak English, Italian, French, and a few other languages.

Elton kept looking at me, smiling, probably because the Berber guy was telling him I was too stingy. They struck a deal and I went inside. I swear I could’ve gotten those rings for much less. I ended up buying a silver ring with a big turquoise setting for 80 dirhams (P400 or 8 euros). And I don’t even use rings! That Berber guy sure knows how to sell his stuff! I ended up giving the ring to Elton. That would look nice on his girly fingers!

The Berber man seemed to have liked me and decided to dress me up as a Berber woman for our amusement. It was a fun experience. For a few minutes, I was Vanessa of Arabia. I wish I used kohl to make my eyes bigger and more Berber but my eyes are simply so “Ni hao.”

It was getting cold and we decided to look for a place to stay for the night. We searched online and decided to check the place out. There is a medina down the road. And it was lovely. The leather items here are also cheaper than those in Marrakesh. We didn’t get to the hotel we saw online. We saw a riad that looked nice as we strolled down the street. It was 500 dirhams per room (P2,500 or 50 euros). There are cheaper options in the area (and a lot of luxurious ones as well), but I personally prefered this one. Having booked an awful riad in Marrakesh, which Elton ended up paying for, I thought he deserved a nice place to rest for the night. This riad is called Maison du Sud. Parking is a bit far. The riad receptionist called a man who owns a cart to help us with our luggage. The service cost 20 dirhams (P100 or 2 euros)

Though the riad was right beside a busy street of the medina, it was peaceful at night. I think Essaouira is a very tranquil place, however bustling it becomes during the day. The medina is quite small for Moroccan standards and not as (beautifully) chaotic as Marrakesh, or Fes even. In fact, you know what, even if I can’t say that I’ve explored Morocco extensively (not even close!), I think I like Essaouira best. The combination of the ocean, the charming medina, and the artsy vibe you can sense but doesn’t get on your grill at every turn, just makes me feel nostalgic and romantic. Oh, but what of Fes, Oarzazate, Merzouga? It’s so hard to choose because Morocco is just breathtaking and sublime one would have to wonder why it’s not a popular tourist destination among Asians. Even Elton, who isn’t easily impressed, couldn’t believe how beautiful Morocco is.

We looked for a place that serves dinner. It was nine in the evening and a lot of the shops were closed. We found a nice restaurant that served couscous and rice. It was a good dinner. We headed to the riad after to rest.

I woke up early the next morning, determined to find the place where they shot GOT and see the blue boats that look so damn pretty in photos. At seven, I woke Elton up and we headed out in search of the place. Apparently, it was right beside the spot we were taking pictures from the day before. The hashish guy pointed us to the opposite direction! Now that I think about it, maybe it was because we didn’t buy his “happy” cake!

The morning breeze, the seagulls, the peace and quiet, with most shops still closed, made Essaouira heavenly. I saw the GOT shooting location and the blue boats (went live on FB, too). They look exactly like they do in photos.

A fisherman introduced himself and showed us around, explained how they fished, told anecdotes—in a mixture of Arabic, French, Italian, and English. Elton translated the fisherman’s words, while I translated to him what the fisherman wanted for the “tour.” Elton said nah, the man was just trying to show tourists around. Until we said goodbye and the man asked for some money. We gave him 40 dirhams, but I bet 20 would’ve sufficed. All’s well, it was a good morning. We headed back to the riad and had our free breakfast. We prepared for the day’s long trip to another GOT shooting location.

The man with the cart helped us back to the car. I bought some food to take on the road—pastries, chips, water, soda (around 100 dirhams or P500.00 or 10 euros). We started for Aït Benhaddou.

Elton’s speeding ticket.

Unfortunately, Elton drove a bit fast near a town center and a police officer with a radar asked for his license and the car’s documents. The ticket was worth 300 dirhams or P1,500. Time and again, there will be police officers on the road. Motorists will usually flash their lights if there is a police officer and you will be warned. Anyway, speed limits are reasonable and road condition is good, the view even better. I swear it.

I just had to post this one ’cause I love this shot by Elton, emoji by me to hide my gorgeous body. FHM might come knocking 😉

Still a great day for a road trip despite the ticket. As he drove, I sang along his weird playlist, from Dire Straits to Pavarotti, and an occasional Bon Jovi. Okay, okay, quit badgering me! I sang along only to Bon Jovi. Wouldn’t you, too, on a road trip while Jon-jon (we’re close ’cause we dated in high school) sings, “And I swore, I’d never let you go… Togetheeeer… foreveeeerrr… Never say goodbye! Never say goodbye”?

[The second group of photos and the speeding ticket photo belong to Elton.]

The Thing About Marrakesh


A lot has been said about Marrakesh. Some love it and keep coming back, some suggest a short visit. Marrakesh is everything people have said about it. It’s a place you need to experience for yourself to know what all the fuss is about.

Most of the time, when people say “Marrakesh” they mean the Old City, not the town itself. Tourists head to the Old City to see Jamaa el-Fnaa and the surrounding areas. It is madness. Too surreal, too real, too loud, too busy, too beautiful, too antiquated, too colorful, too much.

The streets of Marrakesh wouldn’t be like anything you’ve seen before. So many streets, very confusing. It’s like a maze. Just when you think you’ve almost reached a dead-end, you will see another street that leads to several streets, all leading some place else. The souks get more colorful as you get near the Big Square.

I walked the streets with souk owners saying, “Konnichiwa.” I think not a lot of Asians come here and those who do are mostly Japanese, Chinese, or Korean. I know because several times I’ve been asked what kind of Asian I was (and no, I didn’t take offense). When they guessed, they always said Japanese first, then Chinese, then Korean. Always in that order. My travel partner sometimes told souk owners, “She’s from the Philippines. Do you know where the Philippines is?” Guess how many of them actually knew? Not a one. Well, being Asian worked out great for my visit because when touts or insistent merchants approached me, I just put on my I-don’t-understand-English-and-that-is-why-I’m-smiling-like-this face. It worked well a few times, but to two touts who followed me as I headed to Jamaa el-Fnaa, I had to say with an “Asian” accent, “No English, no English” with hand gestures to match.

Moroccan breakfast is rather simple—jam, butter, tea, yogurt, and sometimes eggs and processed cheese. Bread is always served. So many bread! Brioche or croissant, flat bread, cakey bread, baguette, pancake, and the Moroccan staple khobz (a round bread you can find anywhere and comes in many sizes, 1 to 3 dirhams each or 5 to 10 pesos). My favorite will be the flat bread, similar to India’s naan, or Malaysia’s roti. I happen to look for a protein source in the morning so I always headed out to look for something more “Asian” for brunch. For two days, I ate in a place a few minutes walk from the big square. They serve several kinds of bread, lentil and bean stew, and my favorite—chicken cooked in tagine.

I walked the streets, mainly enjoying the plethora of items for sale. It’s not unusual to find a donkey strutting alongside you. It will be more fashionable than you can ever be, totally rocking its colorful gear. It is normal for butcher shops to be right beside a shop selling mobile phones or clothes. I liked strolling along the street where all the nuts and dried fruits are sold. I have never seen so many dates my whole life! Heck, I couldn’t even find them in groceries back home! They taste so normal and not overly processed and sweet. When you buy nuts, the souk owner will give you a handful of anything you like to nibble as you continue your stroll. After buying dates, almonds, and walnuts, I had a Moroccan trail mix that lasted for two days. Good deal. Almonds and walnuts cost 100% cheaper there, too. Bakers, take note.

The leather shops will make you wish you’re a millionaire. There will be tons of bags you would want to take home with you. Don’t let the price discourage you because haggling is an art form in Morocco. I didn’t try in Marrakesh but in Fes, you can haggle in restaurants and it is the norm.

plate.jpgI tried avoiding the ceramic shops but it was impossible to resist them. See, I love kitchen items. Earthenware is my weakness. And Morocco is earthenware paradise, OMG. Once I started, I almost couldn’t stop. I wanted to buy everything but I had to remember that I set a budget for shopping and I shouldn’t exceed the limit on my first destination.

After my daily stroll, I always came back to children playing on the streets outside my inn, wearing their cute little leather boots. They always waved at me, shy at first but all it took was a smile to get them to say “Bonjour!” I always said “Bonjour!” back and gave them a wave. I guess I felt like what foreigners do in the Philippines when kids come to them to say hello in a curious manner because they look very different from us. I will obviously stand out in a place like Morocco. Most tourists are European. The streets were noisy with every language I couldn’t understand.

I visited a tannery beside the inn. I never knew there was one until the innkeeper told me. One morning, I decided to check it out. It was drizzling. I entered the huge gate and a man wearing a cloak said “Bonjour!” He did not speak English so I gestured if I could come in. He nodded with a smile and led me into a tiny shack. It’s like stepping into a different time when I entered that 2.5 x 5 meter shack. In one corner, a man was scraping leather with a tool I have no idea what to call. Like a half-moon blade-sickle of some kind. In the other corner, there was a tall stack of leather. I took photos and bought leather for 100 dirhams. Journal making would be more interesting using real leather not faux suede, I bet.

Moroccans are gorgeous, by the way. Most of them are reasonably attractive and a lot are simply beautiful. Fashionable, too. Gentlemen in suits selling fruits or ceramics, dudes in leather jackets and boots, ladies in colorful and elegant caftans and hijabs. Anyone would want to dress up here!


They are everywhere and come in all shapes, age, and size. From attractive, decent-looking men calling out to you, “Madame, Madame, how are you today? Speak English?” to kids saying, “Good morning, Madame, do you need a guide today?” They are not aggressive but can be insistent and some will follow you around. I have read about them in blogs before I arrived and Mohammed, the innkeeper also warned me not to talk to them. His advice was smart and simple: when lost or confused (you will be), just ask the souk owners for directions. Never ask anyone standing around for directions. They might offer to help but will charge you. Some might take you deep into the medina and take your wallet.

Aside from our experience with them on my last night in the Old City, there were only a few touts who approached me as I walked alone the streets of the medina. I have read a lot of articles from solo female travelers that said that they had very bad experiences in Morocco, but I didn’t experience anything similar when I was in Marrakesh by myself.


Accommodation is an important part of travel. A big chunk of the budget often goes to this but in Morocco, it shouldn’t be the case (unless you prefer first class accommodation). In the Old City, there are only riads and inns. Big chains are located outside the walled city. If you plan to rent a car, I suggest you book a hotel outside the Old City. There are petite taxis that can take you to the big square any time.

If you prefer to stay in the Old City, make sure you look at where the riad is located before booking. A lot of them are located deep in the medina and might be confusing to find. The ones near the square might get a bit too noisy at night. The square comes alive at night with street performers, food stalls, shows, and many more. It’s like New Year every night and if you want to rest early, noise might be an issue.


A merchant tells you a tagine costs three hundred dirhams, how much will you offer? I don’t know about other countries, but in the Philippines, if a tindera (sales person) in Divisoria says an item costs a hundred pesos, I will usually offer fifty and get it for sixty to eighty pesos. In Marrakesh, there is a lot of drama involved in haggling. Those souk owners are great performers.

Me: How much is this tagine?

Merchant (wearing a suit!): Three hundred dirhams.

Me: I don’t have money. I can’t afford it.

Merchant: How much do you want it for, Madame?

Me: I want those plates also. I only have one hundred for everything.

Merchant (acting as if I insulted him): No. I’m sorry (Sounding as if I broke his heart.)

Me: Okay. Thank you. [Silently singing: Hey, I just met you and this is crazy, but I have a budget, and your stuff’s expensive!]

I left and reached the street but he came after me, like a lover who doesn’t want to let go.

Merchant: Madame, madame, come back. I will give you good price. You will see good pieces. Come, come.

Me: But I have no money. I can only pay thirty for the tagine.

Merchant: No. I can give it to you for forty. I only want to touch your money.

(“Touch your money” is a common phrase here. It means that they only want to make a sale and a huge profit is not important. In Tagalog/Filipino, it’s “Makabenta lang.”)

I got the tagine for forty dirhams (P200) when the first quote was three hundred dirhams (P1,500), although when I asked the cashier of the money changer beside the souk, she said that I could’ve gotten it for thirty dirhams.

Do not be ashamed to offer a very low price. They will act insulted for sure, and you will feel bad—but don’t. Everything is just an act. You will get the hang of it after visiting a few souks.

Ready for Marrakesh? Great. Eat a lot and walk a lot. Everything’s gonna to be great!

[The first photo is owned by Elton]

Morocco Road Trip I: Casablanca to Marrakesh

If you are not a seasoned backpacker, it might be hard to find travel buddies/partners who enjoy the same things that you do. For a trip like this, it will be harder because it requires more time away from the daily grind, and the trip itself is not cheap (but doable and can be cheaper if organized as a group tour).

I require a little comfort when traveling, and sometimes a bit of luxury. I need a travel partner who is willing to spend a bit on accommodation. Just a tad bit. I don’t need five star accommodation but some of the basics are a must—water heater, A/C, clean linen, towels, and a bathroom I don’t have to share with everyone booked in the same place. Luckily for me, this trip was planned with someone who feels the same way and knows:

  1. How to navigate roads.
  2. How to avoid the highway and find more scenic routes.
  3. Roads well through experience.

Our road trip took 2,268 kilometers, 36 hours total. It was the best trip of my life, bar none. And I wish to make more great trips in the future.


My travel partner, who prefers to be completely anonymous and disliked every name I came up with, and therefore I shall refer to as Sir Elton John or Elton from here on out, arrived three days after I did. Elton pre-booked a car from Avis for 8 days for 194 euros (approx ₱10,350.00). The model was a Fiat Punto with manual transmission. Five people can fit inside the car but I guess four is best for comfort. The Avis staff recommended full insurance coverage which cost 196 euros (approx ₱10,450.00). I was against it, but Elton took it anyway and boy, was I glad he did. Car insurance is very important, we later found out.

One doesn’t need an international license to drive in Morocco. Elton said that driving restrictions are set only to licenses with texts written in special alphabets/characters (like Chinese, Greek, Russian, etc) and not for those not written in English. However, do check with the car company before renting a car.

There are a couple of toll gates along the highway from Casablanca to Marrakesh. I have forgotten how much toll cost but it wasn’t much and won’t strain your budget.


We arrived in Marrakesh around eight in the evening. I was in charge of accommodation. I would’ve booked the same wonderful EL Moukkef inn I stayed in for the past days but due to a misunderstanding, I had to look for a new one and found a riad with good reviews. I mailed the riad and was assured that they will find a paid parking space for us.

As we got nearer and nearer the Old City, Elton seemed to be getting more and more doubtful about my choice of accommodation and said that in places like Marrakesh, it’s always best to book a hotel outside the city center, where secured parking is usually available. I insited that I was assured that there will be a parking slot available for us and that the riad’s staff will personally take us there.

My things were still with Mohammed (the manager of the EL Moukkef inn) so Elton and I entered the walled Old City and headed to EL Moukkef, using both Google Maps and Here apps to navigate the medina, which had more people at night and a lot of them were touts!

A group of men approached the car. I was getting alarmed but Elton was calm and opened his window a little bit. A guy wearing a red jacket, who seemed like the leader of the group, kept asking us if we needed a parking slot—which we did, but hopefully not there! The tout walked alongside the car, into the only passable street at that time, that lead to a small plaza that people use for parking. And then another man pushing a huge cart with oranges pounded on the car again and again using his hand, before hitting the back of the car a few times with his cart! There were so many people around and I personally didn’t know what the heck was going on, but I knew for sure we shouldn’t get out because it seemed like it was exactly what the touts wanted.

“Parking, Sir, Madame? You know someone here? Here we have parking. Tell me who you know,” Red Jacket said with a sense of urgency, as if we needed to decide immediately or the world was going to end.

I called Mohammed and as I was talking to him, insistent Red Jacket said, “Madame, give me your phone. Let me talk to him.”

Mohammed said, “Don’t ever give him your phone. I’m coming over.”

fiat-dentIt took only a few minutes before Mohammed arrived but it seemed like an eternity. Red Jacket asked us for some money but we didn’t give him anything. Mohammed got in the car and showed us the way to the inn so I can get my luggage. It was calm and quiet in that area. Elton came out of the car to look at the damage. The car was dented. If he didn’t take the insurance, Avis would’ve charged his credit card 3,000 euros (approx P160,000.00).

We asked Mohammed to take us to the place we’ll be staying in, which turned out to be far from EL Moukkef and therefore, the secured parking area near the inn was out of the question (it was 40 dirhams/night or P220). Mohammed called the riad we’ll be staying in. The receptionist told him that they couldn’t help us with parking and so Mohammed did.

The riad was located deep in the medina, close to the Big Square. The only place where you can park “near” it was on the street beside Arrondissement Jamaâ El-Fna (beautiful structure), which meant that we needed to carry our luggages through a park, across a major road, through the big square, and a series of small streets into the medina. Elton’s first day couldn’t be any crappier. Or so I thought.

The riad blew. The rooms stunk. We skipped dinner, exhausted. In my mind, I was preparing to adjust the itinerary I worked on, which has never happened before in any of my travels. Being a bit OC, it should’ve alarmed me but Elton was a great travel partner and I knew everything was going to get better (and it certainly did).

The next morning, we were supposed to do a side trip to Essaouira and head back to Marrakesh since it was a closer starting point to get to our next destination, Ait Ben Haddou. We decided not to go back to Marrakech even though the hotel was prebooked and therefore booking was non-refundable. Surprisingly, the riad’s receptionist wouldn’t swipe my card and said that they only accept cash payments (they accept dirhams and euros). Take note that some hotels will accept only cash payments but they will charge your card if you cancel. My guess is they don’t have swipers and just use the old system of charging cards by phone call to the bank/Mastercard/Visa. Always bring cash.

Don’t let the bad side of Marrakesh discourage you from seeing it. I think it is one of the most important places to see in Morocco. It has too much of everything. I recommend staying here for two or three days. You might want to check out my Marrakesh entry for more details.

Arriving in Marrakesh

I arrived in Marrakesh at night. The train station is located in the New City. My guess is, you will book a place in the Old City (medina) if you don’t have a car. If you do, it might be a little tricky to find parking in the Old City.

There are taxis outside the train station. If you arrive at night, you might want to have dinner first if your hotel/riad is not located near the Big Square/Jmaa el-Fnaa. I asked the inn for transfer so getting there was not a problem. It cost me 15 euros (they usually quote in euros). If you ride a taxi (there are two kinds, the petite and the Grand taxi) it will cost less BUT arriving at the Old City at night, you might want to consider that a lot of riads/hotels are located so deep in the medina that a transfer will probably be a smarter idea to avoid touts.

Finally, after a long trip, I have arrived in the Old City with a Korean couple, also booked in the same inn. I had no idea where I was exactly but I sure as hell was happy to see someone from the inn. He was a nice man in his early 20s, good-looking and tall, quite shy but had a big smile on his face. He inquired, “Are you Vanessa?”

I immediately felt safe and happy. Someone in Africa knew my name and I didn’t even know him! He didn’t look anything like the photo of Rachid (the owner) on Airbnb, but I thought it’s only fair since my profile photo there was from a long-forgotten era, pounds and pounds ago. I said, “Yes, I am. Are you Rachid?”

“No. My name is Mohammed. I answered all your mails! Welcome to Marrakesh!”

“Thank you!” I said, a bit embarrassed `cause I tried to haggle for the transfer. I sure hoped he didn’t remember that!

It was almost nine in the evening and all I wanted to do was take a shower and sleep. We walked for about five minutes, along tiny streets that reminded me of Ilocos, and stopped in front of an unassuming green gate. He opened the gate and my heart sank. I thought I made a booking mistake. Beside the gate was a door that lead to an entryway that was too narrow and small. About three meters from the front door was another door. He opened it and said it was going to be my room. I nodded, not expecting anything nice. But lo and behold, it was a gorgeous place with a separate kitchen, bath, bedroom, and living area! Wow! I hit the mother lode on this one, I thought. The place is called Chez Rachid, which I booked through Airbnb.

Mohammed left to take the couple upstairs. I was getting impatient and called him by phone. I was quite the jerk, hurrying him up, not appreciating the relaxed way of living in Morocco I have read about even before I came. At this point though, I was ready to faint from exhaustion and only wanted to message my brother that I have arrived safely. Mohammed gave me the wifi password after serving me mint tea and the most delicious peanut-caramel rolls I have ever tasted. I felt guilty `cause the tea energized me enough to chat with a few friends and post a photo on Instagram. But he was really nice and explained how everything worked the following day. Oh, and by the way, there is a tannery right beside the inn, where I bought leather for journal making (no, the inn doesn’t stink because of the tannery).

Apparently, I booked an inn a bit far from the Big Square (but I prefer this place and I will book it again if I go to Marrakesh). The area where the inn is located is called “EL Moukkef.” Mohammed gave me a map of the medina with clear instructions on how to reach the Big Square. From EL Moukkef, the square is only about seven to ten minutes away by foot.

Every time I went out, my senses were assaulted by vibrant colors and aroma, some strange and others intoxicating. There was a market where oranges were being sold on the streets like onions in our talipapa (Oranges grow so abundant in Morocco that fresh OJ is always available and cheap. Orange trees line median divider islands of some roads, too). There were all kinds of fresh herbs and vegetables that will make you want to cook (cauliflower as big as my head, which my travel partner said was common in Europe); merchants using vintage scales I never knew still existed, much more used; donkeys carrying all sorts of merchandise; strawberries as big as light bulbs; spices of different colors and aroma; powdered minerals; dried roses and herbs; oils; carpets; leather items–from wallets to futons; mountains of dates, dried oranges and figs; nuts; breads and mouthwatering French pastries; live chickens being slaughtered as the ladies wearing colorful hijabs wait for the day’s fresh ingredient. My favorite though was a picture perfect merchant selling vintage items in a street corner—from paintings to plates to fire bellows… all these and the Big Square would still be five minutes away! I swear, it’s a Moroccan Diagon Alley. The pictures below are crap compared to what you will experience in this area of Marrakesh. I would’ve taken more photos if I wasn’t told not to take them without permission. I’m also not a good photographer and dislike taking photos all the time; I feel it gets in the way of the experience. I have taken a video of my stroll down the streets though but unfortunately, I was wearing my GoPro like a necklace and my scarf covered the lens. Yup, I do this sort of thing all the time, sadly.

If you are booked in a hotel near Jmaa el-Fnaa, take a stroll down EL Moukkef. In fact, before booking, maybe you might want to consider checking out my entry about choosing a riad/hotel for your stay in Marrakesh.

Ah, the memories are making me misty. I sure could use some mint tea right now.

Morocco Travel: Getting Started


 To answer the first question that pops in every Filipino traveler’s mind: No, Filipinos don’t need a visa when traveling to Morocco. Now, breathe.

Traveling this far, I recommend getting a travel insurance. I got mine from Malayan for 1,100.00 (around 22 euros) for 2 weeks.


Coming from Asia, you will find flights arriving on Mohammed V International Airport (CMN) in Casablanca. Coming from Europe, there are other options.

From Manila, searching for flights to CMN, you will find Emirates and Etihad. The fares will be expensive for a regular traveler. This is why I searched for flights from Singapore, Thailand, and Kuala Lumpur. I found CMN flights from Kuala Lumpur to be the cheapest when I booked, although searching for connecting flights from Europe to Morocco can sometimes be a lot cheaper. I didn’t take this route as it was my first long haul flight and I wasn’t sure about baggage transfer in European airports. However, if you wish to consider this, I have found that Singapore/Kuala Lumpur-France-Marrakesh is cheaper (Singapore/Kuala Lumpur to Charles de Gaulle via Air France; Charles de Gaulle-Marrakesh via Easy Jet).

Another option is Cebu Pacific or PAL to Dubai, then Dubai to Morocco (several flights are available). Remember though that you must inquire about baggage transfer beforehand if you’re not planning on getting a transit visa in Dubai. Dubai International Airport (DXB) offers baggage transfer service and most partner airlines do transfers anyway. BUT IT IS INTEGRAL to find out before booking a flight. I had no time to do this and decided to purchase an Emirates flight from Kuala Lumpur to Casablanca via Dubai. It cost around 34,490.00 (about 650 euros). Remember that banks set an online spending limit. You might need to call your bank a day in advance before making a purchase or call the Emirates booking office in Manila and pay through BDO deposit.

When booking a flight, note that Kuala Lumpur International Airport (KLIA) is huge (KLIA is NOT KLIA 2—which is where you will land if you book Air Asia). To get to KLIA from KLIA2, you will need to go to the train station located at the basement of the main building. Waiting for the train takes longer than the ride itself, which takes less than five minutes. The fare is RM40 (about 45.00 or less than 1 euro)

DXB is colossal as well, which means that it can take you an hour to get to your boarding gate. You need to ride a train to get to some gates in both KLIA and DXB. If your flight to Kuala Lumpur gets delayed and arrive two hours before boarding, you might miss your flight.


Buy a SIM card at the airport. There was a long cue in one of the shops that sell the more affordable SIM cards. I didn’t have time to wait as I wanted to catch the next train to Marrakesh. It took me nearly an hour and half at baggage claim (a fellow told me delays at baggage claim were normal here for bigger planes as the conveyor belts were short–don’t ask me about it, I don’t get it either–but just take note in case you need to consider this in working out a schedule). I bought a SIM card with 7 Gig data and 4 hours worth of calls. I figured it will come in handy for downloading Google Maps anyway. It cost 300 dirhams (approx 1,500.00 or 30 euros).

You might want to head straight to Marrakesh upon arrival since Casablanca is not exactly the reason why people head to Morocco. This task is easy as there is a train station at the basement of the building. This is a regular train, not an express one. Welcome to Morocco, where time stood still in a beautiful, beautiful way.

To get to Marrakesh, buy a ticket for Casa Voyageurs and from Casa Voyageurs to Marrakesh. It gets confusing here because an updated trail map is not available online, at the station, or the train itself. You see, when I had to go to the airport from Marrakesh, the ticketing office sold me tickets to L’Oasis Station and from there, I took the train to Aeroport Med V. But don’t worry, the ticketing officer speaks English and will advise you which trains to take. You may refer to their website and hopefully, by this time they have updated it.

There are two kinds of tickets, first and second class. I booked first class `cause it was my first time and I wanted to be fancy. Sadly, I wasn’t fancy enough to know the difference between first and second class cars and I ended up in second class all the way to Marrakesh. The only time I realized I was in second class was when I had to go back to the airport and was directed by the conductor to the first class car.

The trains are clean. The conductors are highly professional, wearing uniforms with matching hats. There are uniformed trolley men as well who sell snacks like biscuits, coffee, soda, water, caviar and champagne (just kidding about the caviar and champagne). Since I accidentally rode both classes from not being fancy enough, I can say that if you’re on a budget, train traveling first or second class doesn’t matter much in Morocco. Both have comfortable seats. Of course, first class has extras: compartments (6 people per compartment) and softer cushions. Remember though that I traveled during winter. I’m not sure if the train has A/C, which I imagine is important during summer, but they sure didn’t turn up the heat when I was in it.

Ticket prices:

Airport to Casa Voyageurs (about 45 minutes):

2nd Class: approx ₱230
1st Class: approx ₱350

Casa Voyageurs to Marrakesh (about 3 hours):

2nd Class: approx ₱550
1st Class: approx ₱900

The route is scenic. You will not get bored, I promise. But if you do, the seats are comfortable enough and you can sleep, like I did. I dozed off mid-way to Marrakesh coming from a twenty-hour trip. Don’t worry if you fall asleep since your destination is the last station for this route.

Welcome to Marrakesh, where all the madness usually begins.

Getting Ready for Winter in Morocco

I’m glad to have gone to Morocco during winter because temperature can shoot up during summer. However, one of the kasbah owners said that it’s only this year that they experienced a winter as cold and as long as this one.

I never thought I’d freeze my bum at the Sahara but that’s what happened. Arriving at the kasbah at five in the afternoon, the temperature was 14°. They immediately served mint tea, perfect but not enough to make me warm. Heck, I get cold at 23°!

I’ve made a list of things one should consider having before traveling to Morocco in winter.

  1. Jackets/thermal wear, hat, gloves. One would think they can hatreuse their jackets everyday but remember that the medina requires a lot of walking and you will get sweaty. Bring as many warmers as you can. Don’t worry about them for bed time though; hotels usually have heaters (but always check before booking!). Take note that there are no laundry shops in Morocco. I didn’t see one. Hotels might offer laundry service but a lot don’t have dryers and you might wait a bit for your clothes. TIP: There are cute Korean winter hats in Divisoria for only P150 and they will look great for your selfies.
  1. A good pair of walking shoes. My personal preference is my pair of combat boots. img_20170124_104105_420From the desert to the medinas, they are perfect and won’t give out on you. If able, avoid shoes made of fabric. Some areas of the medina are wet (like Asian markets). I doubt you’d want shoes you would need to wash and dry to clean.
  1. Lots of socks. It’s cold, you walk a lot, your feet will sweat a lot. Bring lots of socks.
  1. Luggage you can drag around. The streets of the medinas are long, winding, and you will get lost. One of the worst things that can happen is getting lost while carrying tons of stuff. I went home with a few gashes on my shoulders from carrying my duffel bag around.
  1. A cross-body purse to keep your wallet and gadgets in. Your guide/hotel receptionist might tell you to keep your belongings safe at all times. There will be tons of people in the medina and as one guide said, “The thieves are not aggressive but very professional, so keep your wallets safe at all times please.”
  1. Scarves. These are essential to use for warmth and also to cover up your shoulders.
  1. Pants and conservative clothing. One must respect the culture of the country one is visiting. Always dress appropriately. You can’t wear your mini-skirts, shorts, or blouses with plunging neckline. I personally prefer a dress plus leggings. T-shirts are okay, of course. But Moroccans are very fashionable and you will sort of want to look cute like them.

Hmmm, I think for my next visit, I will need a bigger luggage to take back more tagines, lanterns, nuts, and tea with me!