The crowd spilled out into Jamaa Lafna Square like a waterfall into a lake. One moment, we were elbow to elbow in a narrow walkway, and the next, I found myself thrust into the bustling and vivacious town square.
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How to be a One-Percenter at the Grand Canyon
Did you know that only 1% of all tourists at the Grand Canyon actually make it to the bottom? Over 99% of all people who visit the Grand Canyon are unable to make it all the way to the bottom of the inner canyon, or even below the Rim!
Why I Travel Solo
So you want to know why I prefer to travel alone, alone with my thoughts and the road, traveling without inhibitions and without “friends”, allowing myself to be swept around the river bend? So you want to know why I travel solo?
Travel Hacks for those with the Wanderlust Bug
You never really realize just how small Europe is until you find yourself in a whole other country, with its own language and culture, after a train…… Read more “Travel Hacks for those with the Wanderlust Bug”
Never Pay Full Price – How to Haggle in Morocco
Rule number one of shopping in the Souks? Haggle, haggle, and then haggle some more.
Morocco (Part 2) – The Bazaar
Traveling alone, I found myself very suspicious of the people around me, nervous of any pickpockets who might attempt to steal my cash and identity. My hostel was situated just outside of the city center, in what must have been a residential area, as there were no shops to be found, and very little foot traffic. My antennae went up, the heckles on my neck raised.
About Hostels in Morocco
Kammy Hostel is centrally located right outside of the labrynth of bazaars and souks. There are no doors to the rooms, and no lockers. However, there is a nice sense of community that convincingly reassures travelers that their belongings are safe. Regardless, distrustful as I am, I did end up hiding my most important valuables (passport, plane tickets, etc) underneath my mattress.
Morocco (Part 1) – Arrival
My trip to Morocco was one of the most incredible experiences of my life – never before had I embraced such spontaneity and (dare I say) reckless abandon in my entire life, and never had I felt more alive. I never want to forget the desert, the spices, the people, the magic…
