Morocco - Part 2 Marrakech

Day two in Marrakech and we were woken early by morning calls to prayer and fresh orange juice on the roof top terrace. Hannah's cooking featured an array of flurry, sweet pancakes smothered in honey and home made jam and certainly set us up for a busy day of exploring. 

We decided that it was best to tackle the sprawling maze of souks on a full stomach and so set off into an Aladdin's cave of goods, sweet treats and trinkets. The walls narrow and the light dims as shop after shop are piled almost of top of each other, each claiming their place to do a bustling trade. It's amazing that donkeys are squeezed amongst traders, shoppers, bikers and animals roaming the lanes creating a condensed form a the mayhem that exists in the streets. Everything you could image you wanted to buy is sold in the markets, even live tortoises, steelworkers and fried bugs. We sniffed our way to the food souks where we emerged into a fragrant courtyard, slightly misty with the aroma of freshly cooked treats and spices. 

For dinner we visited the Place Jemaa el Fna in the centre of the city to see where everything happens, the centre of city life as it were. We had been told that at the end of the day the slick, cheeky traders clear away their carts piled high with trinkets to make way for hundreds of street food stalls that together create the biggest barbecue in the world. Needless to say I was sold, despite feeling a little watched due to my blonde hair and pale skin, the atmosphere was lively and festive with a mix of tourists and Moroccans alike. We had been informed by Mustafa that stalls 1, 12 and 14 were the places to be in terms of delicious and safe food and we quickly made a bee-line to them. I was please to see that there was not a tourist in sight around these stalls as the food looked slightly too risky for most european palates. We muscled our way onto the benches and called out our order to the cook who quickly pilled the table high with dish after dish of fresh fried fish, aubergine, potatoes, spicy sauce and yes, arabic coke! We left completely full, fingers crossed not to have food poisoning and only a few Dirham shorter. 

Mood - Feeling proud for surviving Moroccan street feed without a problem! 

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