So, I’m not going to lie, leaving my husband, four kids and chocolate labrador isn’t something that comes easy to me. I have done your usual girl’s weekends away, but I’ve done a two week stint only twice before in the whole 18 years I’ve been a mum! As my kids are getting older and I start to approach a significant birthday, I thought to myself, it’s time. I had completed a Diploma of Professional Photography a couple of years ago and I wanted to do something that would mean something to me and would help me grow as a photographer and Morocco seemed to tick all the boxes.
It helped that I knew Sally from Souk & Co. from years ago and I know how passionately committed she is about Morocco and showing people why she loves this amazing country. It also helped to know we would have a guide with us 24/7 who speaks 5 languages, is a local Berber and who Sally works with very closely on a daily basis whether it is on the ground in Morocco or from Australia. It didn’t hurt that we would also h...
I strolled in, unsure of the peculiar surrounding. A fine scent wafted through the air, filling my mind with smells of home and, funnily enough, peanut butter. Being attracted to the scent I crept closer and closer. The gate was aged and was eaten by rust and dirt. White paint covered the walls. Dawdling through the gates I was drawn to vibrant colours decorating the plain white walls.
Colourful sticks outlined the path, which led us to a room filled with wise women. They all sat along a wall on comfortable cushions, towels, mats and pouffes.
The ladies looked up with excitement, chattering in the local Berber language. Looking around I was aware of the amount of nuts and shells scattered in various baskets. A young lady, Maryam, wearing a black scarf and lab coat, welcomed us. Explaining that the Co-operative is run to benefit local widowed women, Maryam gestured for me to take a seat on one of the plump cushions. With a thick rock in one hand and an argan nut in the other I got to w...
Long before I dreamed of visiting Morocco the mere mention of it would fire up thoughts of an exotic land far away. Of deserts and nomads, colourful markets and its traders. And of romantic fables from times long past.
From the moment I first arrived it was everything, and more, that I'd dreamed - an explosion of colour, handcrafted patterns and designs everywhere, amazingly hospitable people, ridiculously good food and authentic beauty.
What I wasn’t expecting was that I would be totally captivated and enthralled by this magical land. With each journey back I find its alluring charms feed your soul, but never totally satisfy – instead, you’re left wanting to return for more ! It seems the more of Morocco you soak up, the more you want.
So when I’m asked why I’m so passionate about Morocco there’s no short or simple answer.
I'm stunned by its natural beauty and endless diversity. As your journey unfolds it constantly surprises - from expansive coastlines dotted with ancient rampart...