Repatriated

This has become one of those days that you really cannot believe has been one long period of wakefulness. I was woken at 7:30am by a St. Antony’s College scout who was quite astonished to find me there and quite insistent that I should leave immediately. Many thanks to Emily Paddon and Mark Cummins for helping me to do so effectively and expeditiously. Mark deserves particular praise for helping me lug 63 kg of baggage from north Oxford to the Gloucester Green coach station.

One nice thing about all the chaos and confusion is that it hasn’t left me with much time to feel sad about leaving so many things and people behind (temporarily, I hope). Concluding thanks to everyone who helped make my two years in Oxford so special and successful.

Morocco photos, second batch

Ali ben Youssef Medersa detail

Some of the detail from the Ali ben Youssef Medersa.

Mosque in Marrakesh

Mosque in Marrakesh. It’s interesting how different they look from the ones we saw in Turkey.

Shine in Marrakesh

Shine in Marrakesh

Moroccan donkey

For some reason, I like the look of donkeys. They seem dependable and worthy of respect.

City walls in Marrakesh

Marrakesh has a large wall around the whole of the old city, as well as smaller dividing walls inside.

Morocco photos, first batch

Koutoubia mosque

The Koutoubia mosque is the largest in Marrakesh, standing out prominently near one corner of the Djemma El Fna.

Marrakesh rooftops

From the terrace of my first hotel, you could get a glimpse of the old city from above.

Marrakesh museum

This is a courtyard inside the Marrakesh museum, which I found by accident while I was completely lost in the souq.

Marrakesh museum

The largest open space in the Marrakesh museum is a great place to have a rest and read.

Ali ben Youssef Medersa

The Ali ben Youssef Medersa is very open for a museum, allowing you to wander all over the place.

Morocco videos

I am still working on processing my photos – alongside packing and saying goodbye to friends. That said, I did shoot some short and extremely amateur videos in Morocco. Much as I appreciate the power of photographs to overcome entropy, there are certainly some visual spectacles best served by video. The resolution here is low, and the camera work shaky, but the capacity to shoot video is far from the primary function of my cheap digital camera.

Marrakesh:

Essaouira:

Ouzoud:

If you want to see some good videos, have a look at my brother Mica’s site.

Falling water

Cascades d’Ouzoud

The Cascades d’Ouzoud were certainly a memorable end to the trip. In addition to the falls themselves, there was a good collection of wildlife at hand. There were your standard donkeys and goats, as well as hummingbirds and monkeys.

The specifics of my return journey are best not discussed. It was a trying experience, at virtually every stage.

In any event, photos should begin coming online shortly.

Atlasward

Moroccan motorcycle

Rather than spend tomorrow wandering aimlessly in Marrakesh, I am going to try to get to the Cascades d’Ouzoud. That means finding a bus to Azilal and then sharing a taxi. The Lonely Planet guide only says that there are two buses from Marrakesh per day, giving no times. The bus company website does not inspire confidence. All I can do is head over to the bus station as early as can be managed and hope that (a) there will be tickets available (b) for buses that have not left yet and (c) will not require waiting around for hours on end.

Here’s hoping I don’t get stranded in the foothills of the Atlas mountains and miss my 9am flight to London on Wednesday. If all else fails, I suppose I can shell out a small fortune for a taxi from Azilal back to Marrakesh.

[Update: 4:15pm] I made it by bus to Azilal and by taxi to Ouzoud. The taxi ride was a bit of an adventure, as it seems to have been optimized for drama. The centre line of the two lane road seemed to be the preferred road position – owing perhaps to the number of donkeys walking by the roadside – and we spent long stretches fully in the left hand lane, particularly in places where the road banked in that direction. Given the hills around here, that meant a lot of blind turns. The falls themselves were very impressive and worth the journey. I just hope the bus that has been variously promised for 5:00pm, 6:00pm, and 7:00pm actually shows up at one of those times.

Wonderful how you can get online from anywhere these days.

Gueliz

Gueliz, Marrakesh

Having upgraded from SPF 15 sunscreen to SPF 50, I feel like I am handling Marrakesh well. Today, I went exploring in Gueliz: the more modern part of the city west of the Djemma El Fna. The contrast between the two is considerable, in terms of architecture and layout. The identical sorts of vehicles moving through each – taxis, horse drawn carriages, and lethal mopeds – remind you just how close together they really are.

Between the old and new cities, there is an Ensemble Artisanal that is well worth a look. It is government run, so the goods are of a consistent quality and the prices initially quoted are reasonably similar to those ultimately paid. All kinds of goods are available in wood, brass, and leather. There is also artwork, jewelery, and textiles. Unlike most places where such things are for sale, there is very little pressure applied to shoppers. As was the case in a similar complex we saw in Essaouira, there is plenty of opportunity to see the goods being made – the big carpet looms being perhaps the most interesting to observe.

PS. Almost as annoying as the Arabic keyboards here is the way Windows XP jumps unpredictably between applications when pages load. It is very annoying to puzzle your way through a complex password on an unfamiliar keyboard only to look up and see that you have typed half of it into Google.