I booked my solo trip to Marrakech Morocco in early 2010. It was travel therapy. Some people go shopping when they feel unhappy. I make travel arrangements.
Wandering through the souks of the old city of Marrakech the vendors call out an invitation to each passing tourist as motorbikes maneuver between donkey carts and assorted wares on display. The scene is chaotic at first. A few days into my visit to Marrakech I felt more in tune with the rhythm of the place.
Solo female travelers to Marrakech Morocco take note that Morocco is fairly conservative and it is important to consider the local culture when you decide on what clothes to pack for your trip. In Marrakech I wore long skirts or jeans with tops that covered my shoulders.
Still I attracted attention with my pale skin and blonde hair but people were always respectful. Well except for the individual that pinched my derriere as I walked amidst the crowds at the Jemaa el Fna square one evening. I imagine that the two young women that I observed wearing short shorts and cowboy boots received plenty of pinches that night.
Meandering my way through the medina one day, heading back to the riad (traditional Moroccan house) after a visit to the Marrakech Museum I smiled but continued walking as the vendors offered their wares for sale. Towards the end of my route I stopped and laughed at a vendor’s words. “Remember you said you would come and look at the rugs today?!” I certainly did not say any such thing, but I was amused by his sales pitch. Aziz became my afternoon tea time amigo along with his friend Abdullah.
Each afternoon I listened to their stories and learned a little about their lives. They listened to my stories and learned a little about my life. For me the interaction with local people is a big part of my attraction to travel. I love exploring other cultures. The people I meet along the way enhance my travel experience a great deal.
My solo trip to Marrakech Morocco was yet another successful travel therapy session.