After half a week in Rabat, Julie and I took a train to Marrakech to meet up with one of my friends from high school, Megan, and her friend that she met while studying abroad in Berlin, Daniela. We stayed at Le Meridien N’fis, which was wonderful because I haven’t had a really good shower in awhile, what with the farm, then hostels. Honestly, getting really, really, really clean was the highlight of my trip to Morocco, but more on that later.
Julie, Megan, Dani and I had a great time eating in Marrakech… Not a lot of people in the world get as excited as I do about food, but Dani definitely does. She also informed me that the Germans don’t have a word for “Yum”, which seems like a travesty. If there is no ‘yum’, how do you express satisfaction of food? Use real words? NO!
On the first night, we ate at a place called Mama Ti Lee, which is a fixed 3 course menu (with 2 options for each course) that changes daily based on whats fresh and what the chef is inspired by. That night, we did a lot of splitting so we could try everything. I had parmesean panna cotta with a argula salad, half of a vegetable tart, the most delicious duck with pears, dates, and figs, and for dessert a molten chocolate cake. It was really superb.
Night 2 we ate another really lovely place called Souk Kafe, where we had an absolute smorasbord. Another fixed meal, we had multiple appetizers, tajine, cous cous, and topped it off with our choice of sorbet. I chose fig and mint, and they were both truly lovely.
The most important things from our trip to Marrakech was the quest to find camels to ride. I knew I didn’t want to leave the country without my cute hiney being seated on a camel saddle. Well in the land of Arabian nights, ask and your wish will be granted.
I’m going to start out by saying Julie had the best camel- calm and obedient. On the other hand, my camel wouldn’t kneel to let me on like its camel brethren did, and so I had to get boosted up. He was not stoked AT ALL. He also decided halfway through the trip that he was tired and wanted to rest, but apparently forgot about the human on his back. This camel ride was equal parts amazing and sketchy, and I couldn’t help but think about safely rules and health care in Morocco, and all the bad things that could happen to me if my camel decided to freak out… I get pretty dark sometimes.
Really, the only other thing of note we did was drink a ton of fresh squeezed orange juice. If you’re ever in Morocco, you really must partake.
All photos in this post are courtesy of photographer extraordinaire Miss Megan P. Beck.