The Medina of Marrakech

Welcome to the Medina. The Media translates to city, and is the old part of Marrakech. It’s well protected behind the red walls surrounding every nook and corner. Merchants display their finest teapots and rugs for curious passerby’s. A trip to Marrakech is not complete without getting lost in the Medina, while haggling your way through the Souk. Here’s a photoseries to spark your wanderlust.




Sweep me into the desert

No matter where you go, it never seems like enough time. These 3 days in Marrakech has flown by. I barely managed to plant my feet, before another adventure is sweeping me away. But not any kind of adventure, no this is something I’ve wanted to do for quite some time. The adventure I’m seeking, is no other than a 3 day desert trip to Fez. Camels, sleeping in the Sahara desert under the stars, visiting Berber towns and driving across the Atlas mountains. *Squealing*. Of course I didn’t read the part about not departing back to Marrakech from Fez. So me and my big ass suitcase will have to take the train. I’ve heard the scenery is stunning, so yeah sure what the heck. I can probably survive another 7 hour of my bum being glued down to a seat in a confined space.

As promised here are the photos from my gorgeous breakfast on the rooftop patio yesterday. In Morocco the most important meal of the day, is the breakfast. So of course it will be a magnificent feast. Two platters with pancakes, freshly baked bread, croissants, cakes and fruit. Freshly squeezed orange juice and a pot of Moroccan mint green tea. As I was munching down on a slice of oranges, morning prayer started like clockwork. Distant chanting spreading across the Médina. “Allahu Akbar”. The sun felt amazing on my frosted cheeks. It was one of those moments where you fall in love with life, and you feel blessed for the opportunity you’ve been given.



I’m in love with Morocco, and I’m certain I’ll just fall harder the longer I stay.

My ride is here to sweep me off into the desert. Whatever you guys are doing this weekend, I hope you have a good one.

Love, Chris.

My home for the next night

Every now and then when I travel I like to indulge myself in the finer things in life. We all want nice things in life right? I’m just like you. This trip I’ve decided I’m just gonna treat myself and stay in a very nice room, all by myself. I’m still staying at Riad Le Rihani, but I downgraded to a cheaper room. I don’t know if I would call it downgrading per se, because my new room is still insanely nice. More like a minimizing of space. Ah, how much easier (and cheaper) everything would be if I had a man candy by my arm. But no, I’m an independent woman who don’t need a man. Except for these cold ass nights here in Marrakech. Any takers on being the big spoon for the night? No?

Ok, back to my gorgeous room.



Staying in a Riad is something you can’t go without trying when you are in Morocco. It’s a very authentic way of experiencing the Moroccan hospitality. These rooms and homes are exactly what I imagined before coming here. And it’s giving me serious inspiration for what my future home is going to look like. I’ve always been attracted to the moroccan, balinese and Indian type of decor. You can imagine my struggle of not buying the whole damn pot and bring it home with me.

And if you thought the the rooms where nice, have a look at the breakfast set up. Can   someone just buy be me a house looking like this already? That would be much appreciated. I hear Christmas is coming up soon.. *hinthint*

Today I’m going to try the breakfast up at the sunroof deck. Stay tuned!


Good morning from Marrakech

Good morning from the beautiful city of Marrakech. Today I woke up in a stunning Riad in the heart of the Medina. I arrived late afternoon yesterday, after a long busy queue to get my passport stamped, I was thrilled when my driver awaited me by the exit at the airport. Ibrahim, my driver explained where everything was, and what I shouldn’t miss on my visit. I’m staying in the Medina, the old city of Marrakech. Here the streets are quite narrow, so we had to park the car about 5 minutes walking to our Riad. A hotel employee came to escort me, while a porter transported my luggage in a trolley. This is quite common here, and I’ll post a photo to show what that looks like next time I see one.

I was greeted by the owner of the Riad, a lovely French woman named Cecile, and had my first taste of Morrrocan tea and pastries.


I decided to treat myself and booked a suite for the first night. For those wondering what a Riad is, it’s a type of mansion people used to live in back in the day. Now most Riads have been turned into hostels and guesthouses. The characteristics of a Riad is the rooms, typically no more than 10, surrounding a big open aired garden in the middle, with a sun roof terrace with day beds. Today in most Riads there will be a pool along with lounges to enjoy Morrocan tea.


It’s quite cold this time of the year, and every room has stone floors, I would recommend to bring slippers or some wool socks so you don’t get cold on your feet when walking around. Luckily in the Riad I’m staying at, they have a portable heater to help keep the room warm. As I’m writing this I’m siting with my feet pressed against the heater, in sweatpants and a hoodie, cursing myself for not bringing my winter jacket. I haven’t been outside yet, but I’m sure with the sun warming my face I’ll be fine. I did bring a warm scarf, so I’ll just have to layer it up incase I get cold, or worst case scenario, just buy a new one.

Another reason I haven’t gone out yet, is because I had a rather unpleasant experience yesterday, leaving me quite shaken up. As I was walking home in the dark, a man (Italian) followed me back to the front door of the Riad, trying to start up a conversation, asking if I spoke Italian or French, while coming a bit too close. He was quite persistent, and as I struggled with my keys I could feel him getting closer. I finally managed to open the door, and as I was closing he pressed on through the door, asking me if wanted to have sex with him. The employees heard me starting to scream at him, as I was about to punch him, they came and chased him away. None the less, he wasn’t a local and nothing happened. But it’s still very uncomfortable, especially when you’re a solo female traveller. Why the hell do men think it’s okay in any way to behave like that? Using sex and violence as a way of having power over women and girls, leaving us afraid of walking alone. I think I’ll just stay inside after sundown, to take proper precautions. Before I left I was considering if I should bring my pepperspray, but I didn’t. Now I kinda regret it. But I’m gonna get dressed anyways, walk around and experience this city I’ve dreamt about visiting for so long. I refuse to let that idiot ruin this trip for me. My advice ladies, just be careful when walking around at night alone. As much as it sucks to have to say this, because it shouldn’t have to be this way. You just never know what can happened, and it’s better to be safe than sorry.