Our first full day in Morocco.
We woke up to a glorious day, blue skies and warm weather, not too dissimilar to what we had left behind in Brisbane.
Please, click here to continue reading π “Helen goes to Morocco Day 3 – Casablanca”now a thirtysomething from Brisbane
Our first full day in Morocco.
We woke up to a glorious day, blue skies and warm weather, not too dissimilar to what we had left behind in Brisbane.
Please, click here to continue reading π “Helen goes to Morocco Day 3 – Casablanca”September 8, 2019. The day started early and like any travel that involves flying half way round the world through time zones was a looooong day.
We landed in Abu Dhabi just after midnight. I was quite delighted to see that the Lego camel was still there. The camel once again got to nibble on some Kate Spade Cup Cake like it did for #Helengoesnorth back in 2015/2016 ( a trip like many that never really made it on to the blog…)
Please, click here to continue reading π “Helen goes to Morocco Day 2 – Airports & Casablanca”1 year ago today, Mum, Aunty Margaret and I left to go Morocco for a trip that was to last about 5 weeks.
We were heading to Morocco with Take a Walk Adventures to literally take a walk round Morocco π also with quite a bit of driving as well but the general gist of the trip was to walk and in varying ways we did walk and walk some more.
Morocco had been number 1 on my countries to visit for a very long time, since I mid-teens to be precise when I first read The Drifters by James Michener, where Marrakech features as the last destination in the novel. To finally get to travel to Morocco was something that I was very excited about but also a bit scared and anxious about, would Morocco in real life be like the Morocco had I had imaged over the last 17+ years? In a move to hopefully not be disappointed by Morocco and due to the nature of the trip, I purposely did very little research, I did not want to have oodles of photos in my mind taken by others of the places we were to visit, I did not want the stories and experiences of others to flavour the memories I hoped to build on this trip.
Please, click here to continue reading π “Helen Goes to Morocco Day 1 – Leaving Australia”One of my fondest food discoveries from Morocco was the Harira soup. Savouring the different versions we had of it as we travelled around that great country was a total delight.
Some times, it had vermicelli in, some times not.
Some times, it was made on a meat stock base, some times not.
Some times, it was quite a thin soup, some times not.
Some times, it had quite a few lentil varieties in it, some times not.
Some times, it was quite red, sometimes it was more orange.
Every time it was pretty darn tasty, some times just a lot more tasty π
It was one of the foods that every time we were presented with a buffet, I quickly scoped out the soup option, would this soup that I so dearly loved be present?
When a pot of soup would be brought to our table by our cooks or hosts whilst travelling, I eagerly awaited the opening of the pot, would it contain this soup that I so dearly loved?