Marrakech, Morocco …2

This little ancient town has been good to me. I didn’t know my body needed this trip, my mind too. When I was checking into the airport, after a long fantastic week, it felt like I was leaving a part of me here.

The sun rising across the Atlas Mountains as the cab headed towards the airport was quite the dramatic reverie.

I’ve learnt to check in online, and as is the blessing, there was no WiFi today morning at the hotel! Imagine my surprise.

Anyway…

I get to the airport, get my ticket and head straight to the boarding area! Again, I’ve learnt that if you are not well versed with the place, it’s better to get there earlier. I’ve nearly missed flights before because hey…another story for another time.

Always travel light, literally

I wait at my boarding area trying to figure out the internet while hoping I can get a few messages in. Traveling light always helps you with movement through check ins. The Entebbe airport is sometimes misleading, with only two functioning gates, but where they are several and you have to cut across Kampala to board, moving light is an advantage. Imagine running across the airport with your luggage in tow because it’s the final boarding call? Imagine!

As the time to board ticks and they start making the call, I head towards the counter. When I get to the ticket counter, I am told my ticket has been changed. I look at the number 2F! When I was coming to Marrakech, I got the middle seat and that gets frustrating because you have no window view, and my plan this time was to get one – 11F. When I get on the plane and look for 2F, I quickly realize I am in the premium/business class! WOOT WOOT! I just got upgraded! Look at what Marrakech is doing for me!

I am seated in business class as I type this! This city has shown me love like no other. Traveling has a way of bringing us back home – home to where our dreams lie.

My memories are in the photos, the awesome conversations had at the conference, meeting new and exciting people, people passionate about their dreams. It’s in the conversations had at cafes, shopping done in Jamaa El Fna! It’s in people like Faboye, Fantaye, Tokie, Chilangwa and Alpha! It’s in realizing how small your home is compared to the dreams! Or how culture in Africa cuts across! It’s honestly not any different! The food and the dance!

You will eat more bread in Marrakech like you have never before! The pastry work is amazing! Sweets too.

Marrakech sees the sun rise at 7:30 am in the morning, and the town come to life at 10:00pm! It’s standing in particular corners to access WiFi! The Atlas Mountains in the back drop create a fantastic paint canvas. It’s in the multiple languages spoken, French, Arabic and broken English. The taxi rides you pay for according to how well spoken you are.

Everything is ‘I will give you good price!’

It’s in the ancient stone walls, the gateways, the landscapes! Oh, the landscapes! Is this really a dessert! The warm sun and cold evenings!

Ah, Marrakech!

Great stories surely have been written about the loves found in Marrakech and mine is just another one. A great story.