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Read More about Morocco on GoNOMAD Running with Gazelles in Morocco Morocco is a magic country that for years existed for me mostly in my imagination — an ethereal territory tethered to sandy desert tents propped up under a sheltering sky, dreams huddled together like Bedouins around an oasis under a starry blanket, a place packed with possibility retaining secrets the way camels store water in their humps. I longed to stand on the shore where two sparkling seas commingle and kiss near Gibraltar at Tangiers. I wanted to stand on Bogart’s tarmac and experience the beginning of a beautiful friendship with Casablanca. I wanted to become invisible in Orwell’s Marrakech. Read more Chefchaouen, Morocco: A Magical Dreamscape I remember exactly when the Moroccan town of Chefchaouen joined the queue: in a coffee-table book I found at a garage sale, I spotted a photograph of what appeared to be an all-blue town. I’d never heard of the place before, and there was only a single picture, but that was enough. It was on the list. This summer, years after the photograph ignited my fantasies, Chefchaouen was the first stop on a trip to Morocco I made with my daughter. The town didn’t disappoint. Read more
The blowing sand rocks our Land Rover as we reach the outskirts of Timbuktu. Mahkmoud leans over the steering wheel and peers into the hazy lemon yellow that fills our windshield. There is no horizon between earth and sky and I wonder how he can continue to drive with no reference points, yet on he goes with the instinct of a desert nomad. I realize for him, this is normal. Read more
Fes, Morocco: History and Mystery The call to prayers from the muezzins permeated the clear air from several of the minarets in the culverts far below much as they have for 1,200 years. From my perch above, the medina spread in a mustard color from the top of a mountain down, much like a spider’s web.
Saharan Soccer: Traveling with Children in Morocco
"You're taking your child where?! Are you crazy?" That was the astonished reaction of just about everyone I told about my plan to take my 10-year old son on vacation to Morocco. Their eyes would widen and I could tell they were concerned for both our safety and our sanity. But they didn't know the secret of Moroccans and children. This was an Arab country and it was in Africa, and their heads were filled with biased news articles and old horror stories of kidnappings, swindlings, disease and generalized ill-will. As my son can attest, they were dead wrong. Throughout our two-week journey from the Imperial cities of Fes and Marrakech to the dunes of the Sahara, he was treated like a desert prince by everyone he met. Read more Read More GoNOMAD stories about Morocco: Morocco's Atlas Mountains: Running Hot and Cold Morocco Manners: Etiquette Tips in a Land of Hospitality Running with Gazelles in Morocco Chefchaouen, Morocco: A Magical Dreamscape Morocco's Bougmez Valley: An Unspoiled Shangri-La Visiting Morocco: Some Tips for the First-Time TravelerMarrakech: A Step Back in TimeDesert Driving: A Guide to Overlanding the SaharaHollywood's North African Mirage: Seeing Beyond "Casablanca" Couscous, Kes Kes, and Kasbah: Cooking With Kitty Morse in Morocco The Most Exotic Outdoor Café in the World: Marrakech's Jemaa el Fna Marrakech: Bedouin Woman Takes The Leftovers Tribes and Tribulations in a Moroccan Hammam Explorer Guide: Moroccan Sahara
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