To wrap up our photo tour of Marrakech, I leave you with a small assortment of pseudo-random shots taken at various haunts around the city. I hope you enjoy looking at them as much as I enjoyed taking them.

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Djemaa el Fna, the main square of Marrakech’s old medina is likely to be the main tourist attraction around these parts. By day, it is a bustling hive of snake charming and henna. But at night, the square changes, morphing into a gigantic plume of barbecued meat that hangs over everything and entices everyone to take a seat. But, let’s not forget the tagines…

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What is a souk? The short answer is that it is the Arabic name for a marketplace. But, to say it is merely a marketplace would be a lie. Case in point: the souk of Marrakech.
The souk in the old medina of Marrakech is the largest in Morocco and, as the many shopkeepers would tell you, the best. Accessible from the Djemaa el Fna at any number of covered locations, it is little wonder there is some nervous tension. If you get lost in there, you better remember your high-school French so you can ask for directions back to the square!
The souk itself is at least one square kilometre of labyrinthine streets, most parts of it covered by makeshift roves that span the adjacent buildings. Whilst this makes for cooler conditions inside the street mall, it does reinforce a feeling that you have suddenly entered another world. With no sun or sky overhead, you quickly lose track of time and space; entering the souk in the afternoon and leaving at night (if you managed to stay “directional”) is a surreal experience.
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We have arrived. Djemaa el Fna, the beating heart of the “Red City” seems to be the first stop for the vast majority of visitors to the medina, and it is little wonder why. With snake charmers, monkey men, henna artists and dudes with spinning hats, the opportunities for the naive to be swindled are great and plentiful. That isn’t to say that this is all that happens in the square! Of course not! Markets and shops line the perimeter. Men sell fresh orange juice from covered wagons. A gentleman walks around with a car battery connected to a stereo and cells CDs as he serenades the denizens with the local top 20. If every city has a kind of spirit by which it is regarded, we had undoubtedly found this city’s soul.
But this is the story of a tourist and as tourist stories go they tend to be superficial and throw you straight into the shoes of a singular experience, and will not be indicative of all.
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And now the adventure really begins. Spain long behind me, I have entered the realm of Morocco and with it comes the true meaning of travel and a true exploration of something new and unknown. A place where reading about it in your specialist guide book just wont quite cut it and the traveller must be prepared for anything.

First stop, Marrakech! Centrally located at the foothills of the atlas mountain range, Marrakech assaults the traveller with the old medina as well as the many sights and sounds of the souks and roadside stalls. On first arrival, I expected something quieter. But, as I get buzzed repeatedly by moped after moped as I attempt to cross the comparatively chaotic streets, I realise that I must be on my guard! There are no crosswalks here, and certainly no pedestrian signals in this Darwinian system. Soon I realised the trick. Latch onto a local, close your eyes, and jump.

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