Morocco
Route
Day 2 - Marrakech
Day 3 - Marrakesh
Day 4 - Essaouria
Day 5 - Agadir / Inezgane
Day 6 - Sidi Ifni / Legzira
Day 7 - Sidi Ifni / Legzira
Day 8 - Tafraoute
Day 9 - Taroudant
Day 10 - Ouarzazate
Day 11 - Zagora / Mhamid
Day 12 - Zagora / Merzouga
Day 13 - Boumalne / Ouarzazate
Day 14 - Ouarzazate / Marrakech
Day 15 - Marrakech / Girona
2011 Morocco - Intro
Photographs (125)
Journal Notes (16)
Around 07:30 I used public transport to get to Karlsruhe/Baden-Baden Airport (FKB): first a tram, then another tram, and finally a bus. It was relatively cumbersome, but without any problems. Winter had now also settled in Baden—there was snow everywhere, and of course it was col …
Around 05:30 I was woken by the muezzin, who broadcast his message at an extremely high volume. Nevertheless, I turned over and went back to sleep, then went up to the roof terrace for breakfast around 07:00. The view from there was not very spectacular, and the temperatures were …
The muezzin began his daily work again quite early, but around 06:00 I didn’t really care. At about 07:30 I got up, after noticing that the English girls had already left. I went up to the roof terrace with almost the same result as the day before—only the Italians were missing. …
In the end, the morning still dragged on until about 09:00 before I finally got out of bed. That didn’t really matter, as my bus wasn’t scheduled to leave until around 13:00 and I wasn’t quite sure what else I wanted to see by then. So I got ready, grabbed my still not completely …
I woke up around 09:00. It was bitterly cold, and the wind was still whistling through the holes in the walls. The sea was loud as well. The laundry I had washed the evening before was not dry at all because of the humidity by the sea. I went to the shared shower, then packed my …
This time I woke up before sunrise. During the night it had become quite cold, and I was woken by the persistent coughing of a man who, judging by the sound of it, would not last much longer. I made do with a quick wash and went downstairs with my things to the café, which was al …
I woke up around 08:00 to the loud crashing of waves hitting the rocks in front of me. I freshened up and realized that I had slept very well; the supposed salmonella attack from the evening before was no longer noticeable. In the shared shower there was enough warm water, so I c …
That day I got up early again. By then I had already covered about 500 kilometers in the country, mostly by bus. Today the plan was to travel another 200 kilometers into the Anti-Atlas, to Tafraoute. First, however, I had to return the moped and sort out the onward journey—which, …
After sunrise, I made up my mind about the day. I packed my things and went downstairs to pay. The hotel had a café on the ground floor, and breakfast was included in the room price—something completely new on this trip. So I sat down on the terrace, which was right on the corner …
Because of the disturbances during the night, I woke up quite early again. I freshened up as best I could, checked out, and went back to the square. By then I had finally brought strict order to all my belongings, so I wouldn’t forget anything, have it stolen, or have to search f …
I got up again around 08:00. The night had become quite cold, especially in a room without any heating. I hadn’t really expected that. In the otherwise orderly hotel there was already a lot going on, and the noise from inside was joined by the sounds from outside. First I checked …
As you can see from the first picture, I was on my way quite early. Above Zagora there was still fog, and it wasn’t very warm—actually it was just around 0 °C. The night in the hotel hadn’t been particularly pleasant, as my room once again had gaps through which cold air came in, …
Around 07:00 I set off again in the direction of Ouarzazate, aiming to arrive there by 10:00. To the right, far from the road, I could see the Atlas Mountains with their snow-covered peaks. Everything that is green here exists because of glacial streams and meltwater after the sn …
I slept well that night. I packed my things, checked out once more with the slow old man at the reception, and headed toward the bus station. By then it was already around noon again. The bus journey to Marrakech was supposed to take about five to six hours. The distance was only …
Girona is a compact but exceptionally layered city in northeastern Spain whose development has been shaped by geology, strategic location, and more than two thousand years of continuous human occupation. Situated between the Mediterranean coast, the Pyrenees, and the Iberian inte …
Travelogue of a journey through Morocco in January 2011. Prompted by a spontaneous idea, a flight and a hostel in Marrakech were booked cheaply in November. Everything else was left open and decided on the spot. The destination was meant to be inexpensive, warm, and culturally di …






















