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Sidi Kaouki

As an adept of  'less is more' mindset I loved so much Sidi Kaouki. Long walks on the beach with the waves in the background. Thoughts are like waves. They come and go. I just have to observe them without judging them. I find so calming this exercise. Sometimes is not easy to do it. Sometimes I  also have storms in my mind like the storms at sea.  The morning wasn't very encouraging. Cloudy with showers. Despite the outside conditions Hassan arranged for us one of the most beautiful experiences I had, lunch in a cave with ocean view. I couldn't believe it! I have never imagined anything like this!
But that's not all. We had the beach only for us! We were the first ones to leave footprints in the wet sand.
And we walked on the sand dunes!


And the sun decided to show up!
And we ate tagine prepared there by some locals with fresh fish from that morning.

In the afternoon we went to another deserted beach where we walked listening the ocean and admiring the multicolour…

Essaouira

The next two nights we are staying in Sidi Kaouki, but on our way there we are stopping to visit also Essaouira, a city port on Morocco's Atlantic coast.  Before Essaouira we stopped at an argan oil women's cooperative. This is the only part in Morocco and in the world where argan grows. Due to this fact the cosmetics containing argan are very expensive.
There are goats eating the argan fruits from the trees. Yes! I saw a lot of goats in argan trees. The fruits are collected and transformed in oil for cosmetic or culinary use.
It's so hard to leave outside the occidental misconceptions about African countries! I was so convinced that Morocco's roads must be terrible. Bigger it was my surprise to discover the opposite. Romania can't dream of roads like this.
After these days I strongly believe that the only way I can truly enjoy a place, a different culture that the one I live in, is to keep my mind open.
The distance from Marrakech to Essaouira is around ~180km.
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Lifestyle of Morocco's berbers in Atlas mountains

Hassan is the best guide I have ever met. He managed to offer us some authentic experiences which we wouldn't have had them otherwise. As he says thanks to the life's course we encountered each other.
Thanks to him we had the chance to practice our Spanish. That was the common language we all understand and speak. He came to pick up us from the riad early in the morning.
We stopped first to admire the Grand Atlas from faraway. 
Then to see closely the dromedaries. He explained that the dromedaries were used by caravans trekking across the desert. Now they are used only for tourism.
After that we went into a village where we could see the simple life of berbers. Berbers are the overwhelming majority of Moroccans and they represent the descendants of pre-Arab inhabitants of North Africa.

The houses are build from abode bricks, with animals living at ground floor and upstairs with the family having a small kitchen with stone oven where they bake the every day bread, a salon to re…

Marrakech's souks and secret garden

For the upcoming 5 days, together with a group of three girl-friends, I am discovering a little bit of Moroccan culture. First impression after a 3h30' flight from Amsterdam to Marrakech: authorities well organised. We passed the passport control quickly (this morning it took me more time to go through it in Amsterdam). Next step was to exchange money. The local currency is Dirham (Dh) and it has a parity of 1 EUR to ~10Dh. Surprisingly, the exchange rate in the airport is better than the one from Revolut. At the exit of the airport, Hassan was waiting for us to take us to the riad where we are spending the next two nights. A riad is a traditional Moroccan house with interior garden around a fountain. From outside it looks shady but once you step inside it feels like you are in a different world. Like the quote says: don't judge a book by its cover! It applies to people also. It's so easy to judge something or someone. I am struggling to fight against this instinct but I …