up the chaos and vibrancy of life in Morocco whilst celebrating a dream come true. And over a span of eight weeks we did just that!
We travelled on dusty buses and trains from the tip of Tangiers to as far south as Sidi Ifni; venturing endlessly through the souks of Casablanca, Fes and Marrakech looking for treasure and inspiration; and with a sense of adventure and amazement we wandered everywhere else in between. So, I guess it's no surprise that my soul has yearned to find its way back to this mysterious and exotic country influenced by many diverse cultures... French, Portuguese, Spanish, African, Persian and Islam... just to name a few!
If the desert winds are ever back in my favour I hope to be there again,
sipping mint tea and watching the sun set over the Koutoubia Mosque
whilst listening to the call to prayer echoing across the vibrant city...
With the desert winds in my favour I was able to travel back to Morocco with three girlfriends last November. Unlike my first trip, this trip came with a mission. My mission (which I chose to accept!) was about networking with local jewellery merchants in the souk and sourcing unusual beads for my online business - Bazaar Collections. And I had two week to complete it... Easy, right?!
At first, it was like walking down memory lane and for a brief moment time had stood still. The Djamaa-el-Fna (the main square in Marrakech) was still very much alive with snake charmers, water sellers, henna artists, fortune tellers, magicians, and manic food sellers trying to grab your attention all at once! The narrow windy streets in the souk bursting with people, just as I remembered, all bustling their way through with a sense of purpose and energy. Stand too long in one place and you're likely to be caught up in the sea of mayhem! With the sweet smell of fresh Moroccan almond cakes triggering my memories, I began to loose my focus. And fast! Suddenly my mission seemed harder than I thought. Luckily, my three other girlfriends were on the same mission so this helped keep me on track.
We shopped hard for two weeks! Everywhere I looked in the souk there were tiny little shops filled with treasures. Baskets and dusty boxes filled to the brim with silver beads and old coin charms. Berber and Tuareg silver amulets lay in piles waiting to be sorted and appreciated. And strings of semi-precious stones hung by the dozens all lined up in a beautiful display of colour. We sat for hours. Shop after shop. Merchant after merchant... looking, sorting, admiring, and drooling over everything that was on offer in this famous red city. And through their broken english (and our french) we sat over a mint tea with many of the merchant traders we had come to know, chatting about life in Morocco, their heritage, and of course, the art of tribal adornment.
Two weeks in Marrakech went in the blink of an eye and before I knew it I was boarding a plane back
to Sydney...If the desert winds are ever back in my favour I hope to be there again, sipping mint tea
and watching the sun set over the Koutoubia Mosque whilst listening to the call to prayer echoing
across the vibrant city...Inshallah!
This article was published in the first edition of the Makers Magazine.