Ok last one from our Sahara adventure I promise (...maybe). Boarding down sand dunes was most definitely a highlight, even though I ate shit and struggled to walk the board back up. And a low? Riding camels. It’s incredibly uncomfortable and our camels (Ringo, Tina, and Princess Chocolate aka Coca) were sick of our shit by the end of day 2.
In 10th grade World History class, I remember studying nomadic tribes of Africa; specifically the Tuaregs of the Saharan Desert (a subgroup of the North African Berber people). Since then, this tidbit of information has stuck with me, mentally repeating “the Tuaregs are a nomadic tribe in Africa” whenever the subject of Africa was discussed. Now, 15 years later, I got to meet these wonderful nomadic people and experience a small part of their lives. Everything comes back full circle.
We spent 2 amazing nights in the Sahara Desert - riding camels out to nomadic camps, sleeping under the stars, and trying our best to communicate with the lovely Berber locals who spoke everything but English 😂 (seriously, they spoke at least 5 languages fluently but English was generally they’re weakest). Perfect way to end our month in Morocco ✌️ Fair warning, there will be a number of #latergram posts as we sort out all the pictures from this past weekend. For now, here’s our camel caravan from the first day.
Went back to Jardin Majorelle and found a wild Lee in his natural habitat #worldtour2k17
I always feel like, somebody’s watching meeeeee 🎶🐱 #tbt to this perfect instagrammable staircase in chefchaouen. So good, I had to ‘gram it twice 😅
The fog in Essaouira giving San Francisco’s @karlthefog a run for his money.
Sunset over Jemaa el-Fna in the Marrakech Medina. The square comes alive after sun down, from endless rows of food vendors to street performers to henna artists. It’s very overwhelming and insanely crowded...but there’s nothing quite like it.
Jardin Majorelle reminded me a lot of California, except of course for the bright blue house. It felt a bit like a little slice of Los Angles in the middle of Marrakech.
The French painter Jacques Majorelle came to Marrakech in the early 1900s. He built his home on a large palm grove, painting it the vibrant blue color found in local Moroccan tiles - a color now called Majorelle Blue. After his death, the property was purchased by French designer Yves Saint Laurent.
Explored the beauty of Northern Morocco. We hiked through Akchour to "God's bridge" - a natural bridge created at the meeting point of two mountain ranges, where cafes serving amazing homemade tagine dotted the river.
We're now in Marrakech, where I have yet to be reunited with my lost bag. Who knew that the lost and found at the Casablanca airport closes at 3pm?!? Certainly not the idiot American that showed up at 5pm 🙄