A journey of 1000 Mint Teas: reflections traveling through Morocco
Did you love a target before, but could not figure out why express, or a way your feelings? That's my dilemma with Morocco.
I went in August with Intrepid Travel and ticked a country that is on my bucket list was long. I rode a camel drank all mint tea I could find was lost in Medina, and eaten more Couscous, than I thought humanly possible.
I loved the tour. Our guide was friendly Rashid, has to smoke us out of Shisha, led us to the locals, and was very helpful generally. I made friends with my tour colleagues and got along with my roommate. And Morocco itself - wow! I loved walking down the street and by the smell of 1000 diffrent spices barraged is, with its endless winding lost in the labyrinthine medinas, the chaos of millions of people shuffling through with vendors for your attention vie, and the red red Sahara with its endless rolling dunes - they were everything I wanted to be them! Certainly there were many stunning moments where I felt like a fish out of the water and it did not go my way, but I enjoy those moments!
Traveling is about feeling uncomfortable. It is one of the reasons why I enjoyed so much Ukraine, where I was completely out of my element. The country asked me, and I loved it. I fawn over every chance I get!
Morocco was everything I wanted it. It lived up to all my expectations, but for some reason, my experience hard to verbalize. Why can I not express how I feel about Morocco? It has been bothering me for months. have
I racked my brain to think about it, she reflected on trains, staring at a blinking cursor when trying to write about it.
Then, suddenly a few weeks ago, I met the ground.
A constant in my travels - and I am sure that many might feel from you the same thing - that is the touchstone, a defining point where the journey all together and acts as a prism, the journey for everything is represented. On my trip to Japan, befriending was there wanted a local, learn English. In Costa Rica, it was lost in a jungle. In Ukraine, they drank vodka with locals who knew less English than I knew Russian (and I know only "Cheers" and "Hello"). On my first visit to Thailand, it was the fulfillment of these five people who changed my life. In Ios, it was to be taken from my hostel owners to a local community festival.
My Trips rotate about a memory that crystallizes the journey and everything is in focus. Each of the moments binds together all my other memories of a place: the food, the smells, the sights, the people. It is the first thing that comes to mind when I think of the place and acts as the door to all other memories.
Despite the wonderful times that I had and the amazing range Intrepid, I have the reason I realized'm so ambivalent about Morocco, because I know that touchstone missing. There is no "whoa" moment I can point out where I felt extremely with the country where everything came together.
But wrote this article, I realized that I have thousands of little moments - at the millions of stars, staring at the back wildness of the desert, wandering the empty ruins of Volubilis, the discovery of new foods with some lost amazing Australians my tour who befriend fishmongers and gorging on fresh fish and seafood in Essaouira Medina to haggle over a chess game, and the seller, and drink about 1,000 pots of mint tea (OK to laugh slight exaggeration, it was more likely 999).
Maybe you do not need that one special moment. Perhaps at this test as a crutch relied too long I have.
Paul Theroux once said travel in retrospect is glamorous. I'm not sure I agree, but what I am sure that in retrospect, I am only now really the time I spent in Morocco and appreciate how unique it was.
Sometimes you get your senses as it battered time for the dust to process the thoughts, and to settle the wonderful moments takes to illuminate.
The editorial Note: I went to a best Morocco tour to Morocco with Intrepid Travel. It was part of my ongoing partnership with Intrepid Travel. They covered the cost of the tour, flight and meals.
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