I’m wrapping up my posts on our trip to Morocco with some of my top tips and experience of eating gluten free in Morocco – it’s not only doable, but I found it enjoyable, largely stress-free, and I never got ill – all things that surprised me!
Our whole trip to Morocco was astounding, but our night in the Sahara Desert was the gem on top of the whole experience. I want to share some of my favorite photos, and advice on how to get the experience as affordably as we did.
We booked our Sahara Desert tour through I Go Morocco, a company run by Moroccan people. It’s the cheapest option around – and booking online is cheaper than you’ll barter down to in the souks.
Refreshing, endless, rolling green mountains slowly shifting to orange sand and desert. Moroccan pop music playing through the speakers. Bright bangles hanging from the rearview mirror, tinkling with each sharp bend through the mountain pass. An unlikely band of travelers: me (American) and my British boyfriend, a couple from Brighton, a family with two young kids (and a selfie stick obsession) from Dubai, an older solo traveling lady from France, and two friends (one from England, one from Spain).
Most of what I knew of Marrakech was dust and orange and dirt and fast, rusty bikes and people yelling at me or pulling on my sleeve, trying to sell me meat, octopus, henna, rugs, lamps…
I realized I haven’t posted much about my time in Morocco – which is crazy. It was one of the most colorful, relaxing, adventurous trips I have ever taken! Among other things, it was my first-ever trip to Africa. As I’m trying to stay loyal to 6-year old Sarah’s proudly proclaimed life goal of “visiting every continent,” adding this new continent to the list was a big deal! (V important life goal bc other aged 6 life goal to “drink every type of beer in the world,” is now unachievable as alas I am now gluten free but also beer’s gross??)
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I can’t believe I haven’t written about our time in Marrakech more?! The colorful souks, the thrill of bargaining, the sweet and lazy mint tea, the dusty air filled with sounds of Arabic and French, late night chats with our Riad host Yassine, the never ending road winding through the Atlas Mountains…
Marrakech is an amazing city, but it’s so overwhelming. Yes, it was incredible and beautiful, but I needed a vacation from the vacation. Everywhere I turned I was either faced with someone trying to aggressively barter with me, women grabbing my hands and squeezing henna onto them, men chasing me with chained monkeys and snakes, people running me over with tiny motorcycles, or giant hanging slabs of beef or octopus smacking me in the face. Enter Ouzoud Waterfalls.