Marrakesh classes. Red Hat is going to Morrocco!

The red hat and its owner once lived in Barcelona.

For a year.

There were many adventures there! (to be told one day..)

After a while, however, settled in the capital of Catalonia, they began to flawlessly find their way home in a maze of Gothic streets and their life slowly began to seem too peaceful. So they decided that it was time to change the surroundings for a moment. It was the perfect time for another trip!

Soon it was decided – Morocco. (From the airports in Barcelona and Girona you can get there by low cost airlines and you don’t have to hunt for tickets much earlier.)

With a friend, backpack and a National Geographic guide under their arms, they set off on a journey to Marrakech. The red hat was almost missed – despite the temperature in Morocco around February 30, it fluctuated around 30 degrees – but for unknown reasons she managed to get on board.

They arrived to Marrakesh at night. Warm, summer rain greeted them. With a dose of trust and good humor they have welcomed a new place.

Already at the airport, however, it was slightly muddled. A group of elderly ladies stopped them at the exit and warned them grimly that after dark they would never leave the central square of the city of Dżami al-Fana. The hostel previously booked by them (whose price with breakfast was for the whole 6 euros per day) was located exactly on it, so after exchanging sentences, caring strangers could go quietly on their return flight to Spain.

After arriving at the aforementioned place, M. & Marta and the red hat froze for a moment. They did not expect that the square was so huge. Especially the owner of the red hat- she assumed a place maybe a tad larger than the Main Square in Krakow but this? Dozens of streets departed from the square creating a kind of labyrinth that did not match the map from the guide.

Marta, by her custom, came up with the idea to ask someone kind about the way. They were lucky! The young waiter from the elegant restaurant was so nice that he even decided to give them a lift! It turned out to be useful because the path to the hostel led through streets with very low vaults, unmarked and some quite dark. The enormous sympathy that aroused in them by this private guide, was somewhat disturbed by him mentioning the price for bringing them to the place. Well, they thought, nothing in this world can be free! They were even more surprised by the fact that the said fee was paid after reaching the hostel by its owner!

Startled by the turn of events, they looked around the new place. Full of colors and plants, Marakesh Rouge smelled of mint tea and saffron. Their rooms turned out to be located on the terrace, which overlooked the city, which with every minute of arrival, fascinated them more and more!

The next day, during conversations with travelers met at breakfast, it turned out that this kind of paid, local guides are standard in Marrakech. “The most surprising is when fees for help are eagerly asked for helping lost tourists children” – told them at breakfast a lover Morocco from Italy – “when they realize that we will not pay them, they lead us into the dead end streets from which we will not leave without their help, because they know this city inside out. “

Armed with this knowledge, they went out to discover Marrakech, trying to remember every street passed …