The bus from Marrakech to Agadir had ugly and cute. It seems bus terminals are just nexus points for poor tempers, and arriving early in the morning there was the parking attendant and an older gentlemen arguing. This went on and off as I waited the hour for the bus to arrive, and slowly but…

Waiting for the train in Meknes, I stood without shade expecting the train to be vaguely on time. The previous two trains that had come through while waiting were spot on, and I didn’t think my 7 hour ride to Marrakech would be any different.  Pacing back and forward, I’d managed to synchronise my pacing…

The city of Meknes, the brief capitol of the region for half a century back in 1672, is a smaller more relaxed version of Fez. The hustle and bustle are gone, replaced with a decidedly quiet medina and the new town merging with the old town rather than being two distinctive separate areas. After leaving…

After a close punch up at the Chefchaouen bus station, our bus was slightly delayed due to a small child that no one claimed, he was just chilling out on one of the reserved seats in front of me. The ticket holder looked unsure what do to, so when the driver got back on he…

The hotel reviews for Tetouan where fairly positive for the hotels themselves, however a few negative comments were directed at the actual locals not being very friendly. I had put this down to a few special snowflakes, until a friend emailed and happened to mention not to go to Tetouan, unless I want to be…

The grand taxi pulled up outside the bus station among a sea of blue petite taxis, there must have been a good hundred of them all parked around the area waiting patiently for their turn to shuttle people to their destination. Jumping out of the cramped back seat, I stretched and donned the backpack. Time…

Arriving at the Salé train train station and making my way to the ticket office, a station official called me over to try out the new automated ticket machine. This is the first I’d seen of this in Morocco and it seemed like they had just begun rolling them out. They’re very much like the…

I had looked over the map of the Salé medina and had an idea of where the riad (guesthouse) I was staying at was located. In fact the Maps.ME app that I had used in Myanmar even had it bookmarked, so I was fairly confident when I got off the train I could make my…

Yes I know that’s a famous misquote from the film, and now I know Casablanca the city is nothing like the film too. Forget the exotic locale, Casablanca is a grimy place full of rubbish in every possible nook and crany (note I’ve tried to avoid the grime in the photos). I had repeatedly read…