Re-Post: Honeymoon In Marrakesh (Part 1)

I am reposting this from 2013, as not many of you have seen it. I Have divided the original very long post into two parts. This part is 1480 words. The second part will be posted tomorrow. There are no accompanying photos, as I was still using a film camera at the time.

I got married for the third (and last) time, in September 2009. We had a fairly traditional wedding, though in a hotel, rather than a church. It was a lovely day, and I will always have great memories of it. We decided to go on honeymoon to somewhere that neither of us had been to before. We had to consider the cost, as the wedding had used up some of the budget We thought that a week was long enough, so we could not go too far afield.

Places for consideration that would be new to both of us included Mexico, Cuba, Hong Kong, South Africa, and The Caribbean. These were rapidly ruled out, due to either the long flights involved, or the weather conditions in mid-September. North Africa looked promising, but I had been to Tunisia and Egypt before, which left Morocco as a good option. We had a choice of beach, probably Agadir, or inland, with Marrakesh as the most attractive prospect.

After some perusal on the Internet, and a flick through some brochures, we paid a visit to a large travel agent in Oxford Street, in London. As luck would have it, the agent had just returned from a junket in Marrakesh, and unhesitatingly recommended a hotel in the heart of the city. We looked at her suggestion online, and it really looked the part. It is called Les Jardins de la Koutoubia, as it is directly opposite the famous Koutoubia Mosque. The courtyard location, outdoor pool, and cool-looking terraces inside, all exuded Moorish style and architecture at its most desirable.

We decided to book independently, and get our own flights as well. Unfortunately, we were sorry to learn that Easyjet was the only airline with direct flights to Marrakesh. Other airlines go there, but they do so via other places first, putting hours on the journey. Undaunted, we booked with them, and arranged car parking at Gatwick. Holiday booked, we were suitably excited, and got on with the wedding plans. The hotel had been easy to arrange, and they even offered to collect us from the airport.

On the day, we found that it was not as bad as we had expected travelling with Easyjet, though we did make certain to comply with their notoriously draconian baggage regulations. On arrival at Marrakesh, we were pleased to see the promised good weather in evidence, and we were collected without fuss, for transfer to the hotel. We knew beforehand that Ramadan would be beginning when we arrived, and had expected this might cause some problems with cafes and restaurants being open, and possible restriction of service in the hotel. This was not the case at all, as the touristic nature of the place means that only the locals have to endure the privations of this religious season.

Arriving at the hotel, we could have been forgiven for being disappointed. The small driveway leading to the entrance was full of cars, and some very run-down looking workshops. The few shops looked to be stacked with unappealing goods, and a long wall running along the right side, gave no indication of the city beyond it.

Once through the unprepossessing entrance, all fears melted. It was simply wonderful. The reception was cool and shaded, and was home to one of the largest vases of red roses that I have ever seen. The cloistered courtyard, with the serene pool surrounded by sunbeds and relaxing leather chairs, was an early indication of the service and luxury to come. When we were shown to our room, we were not unhappy either. Everything we could have wanted was there. From a huge bed, to lovely Moroccan decor and fittings, as well as a TV if we desired to catch up on the news, and a balcony looking directly over to the Mosque that gave the place its name.

Also in view were the small but well-tended hotel gardens, and the half-size second pool. The hotel had an extensive underground spa facility housing its third pool, which was surrounded by dozens of candles, as well as lovely mood lighting, all providing a relaxing semi-darkness.

As we had opted for bed and breakfast only, we looked into the choice of the hotel’s three restaurants for our meal that evening. We had a choice of eating outside or in, and for the first evening, we chose the local food, stopping off first in the delightful old-fashioned bar, for a pre-dinner drink. The speciality of the house, the Koutoubia Cocktail, was the first on our list, and delicious it was too. The staff were all exceptionally friendly, and we learned that there would be few other guests until the weekend, when French and Spanish visitors arrived for just two days. The whole hotel felt half-empty, and in a good way, as we almost had it to ourselves; the perfect honeymoon location.

The meal was excellent, and I thought that we should explore after dinner. Leaving the hotel, I decided that the landmark of the Mosque would serve as a beacon, so we could not get lost. I thought that we should turn right, to look for the famous ‘Night Market’ in Djeema El Fna, the main square, which is also the main attraction of Marrakesh.

As someone who normally has a good sense of direction, I let myself down that evening.

Turning right, we entered what can only be described as the ‘Kwik-Fit’ district of the city. Every shop front seemed to be involved in the roadside repair and servicing of some of the thousands of mopeds that buzzed around the place. The pavements were clogged with vehicles, tyres, spare parts, and busy mechanics. The locals gave us quizzical looks, and it was impossible to make progress on the pavements, forcing us into the very dangerous roads.

Traffic is something not mentioned in the tourist guides. If you are considering a visit, then give traffic some serious thought. Crossing a road is almost impossible, and potentially suicidal; add to that the mopeds, and there are seemingly unlimited numbers of them, all appearing to try to run you down. They drive at you along the road, along the pavement, down alleys, across squares, even inside shops. In fact, anywhere you happen to be, or want to go, you will have to contend with moped riders whose one rule seems to be, ‘take no prisoners’.

After some time moped-dodging, we had still not come across the market. I carried on further, into the heart of the old town, passing tiny Mosques, bijou hammams, women-only bath-houses, and some Medresas. (Koran schools) It was a fascinating glimpse of real local life, but time was getting on, and we had still not found the market. We were hot and tired, and Julie was uneasy, as low rooftops and canopies now hid the Koutoubia Mosque from view, losing me my point of reference.

We were saved from further embarrassment by the arrival of a small group of street urchins. Probably no older than nine or ten, they latched onto us, and one of them said the magic words, ‘Night Market?’ I said yes, and they indicated that they would show us the way, by following them at the fast pace of a fit young child. It felt like a route march, and took some considerable time. There was always the possibility that they were leading us along some back alley, in the hope of robbing us, but I was not unduly concerned, as they seemed friendly, and the place did not feel remotely threatening.

After what seemed like an hour, but was probably twenty minutes, I saw the reassuring shape of the Koutoubai Mosque ahead, and moments later, they led us into the Night Market. Just to our left, perhaps ten feet away, behind that large wall, was our hotel! We had been within throwing distance of the square as we had gone out, and I had turned right instead of left! They asked for a reward, but as I had only large denomination notes, I gave them some small change, about 30p.

This was considered an insult, and they asked for cigarettes as well. Luckily, I had a packet spare, and handed them over gratefully. (This leads me on to something else about Morocco. It is a place for smokers. Smoking is allowed everywhere, in hotels, bars, and cafes. Some have non-smoking areas, but none were smoke free, at least in 2009. For a smoker, it is a paradise.) The Night Market was impressive, but we were too tired to enjoy it then, and resolved to return the next evening. This visit would be a lot easier, as it was only yards from the hotel, after all…

48 thoughts on “Re-Post: Honeymoon In Marrakesh (Part 1)

    1. The market was the only place that was remotely crowded. As for the smoking, this was in 2009, so you would have to check if they had changed that. It’s a long way from America, but a memorable experience nonetheless.
      Best wishes, Pete.

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  1. (1) “The reception was cool…” Wouldn’t you have preferred a warm reception?
    (2) I suppose a half-size pool is adequate for a half-empty hotel.
    (3a) If only Dodge made mopeds…
    (3b) Did you run into mopeds in the hotel corridors?
    (4) I was going to ask if any of the bathhouses admitted transgenders, but I wisely decided to avoid even hinting at the subject.
    (5) The street urchin is an evolutionary step up from the sea urchin.
    (6) So now that the smoke has cleared, and you know where the Night Market is located, you can truly enjoy the smoker’s paradise.
    (7) Always carry kash in Marrakesh.

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    1. I’m sure they would have ridden the mopeds inside the hotel if they could have got past the doorman. 🙂 It isn’t unusual to see boys holding hands in the street in Morocco, but probably not inside a hammam.
      Best wishes, Pete.

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    1. Congratulations to you and Gina, Don. Sixty years is a milestone and an achievement. You must have been meant to be together, my friend.
      I have been married three times. The first two lasted 8 years each, and this one has almost reached 12. So I can only claim 27 years. Nothing at all compared to your 60. 🙂
      Best wishes, Pete.

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        1. You ‘lived it’ too, Mary. That’s impressive indeed. I came home to familiar surroundings while you were sleeping on floors and going to the toilet behind rocks. You are a ‘real’ traveller. 🙂

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            1. I think my flying days are over, unless I come into money and can travel First Class, including collection from home to be driven to the airport! I’m sure you will have a lovely peaceful time on Lewis, Mary.

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    1. My first one was overnight in Rye, and the second a long weekend in Amsterdam. I decided to do better for the third one. 🙂 You would love Marrakesh for the photo opportunities, I’m sure. (It wasn’t expensive, in 2009)
      We went to this place, which is not mentioned in the post. The famous ‘Blue Gardens’. Camera heaven! https://www.jardinmajorelle.com/
      Best wishes, Pete.

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        1. It is a delightful hotel, one of the best I ever stayed in. The Spa is beautiful, check out the photos of that. (Treatments are extra cost of course, but you can use the pool) We had B&B and a lovely room for around £800 then. (For both of us) The evening meals were very reasonable too, even in the hotel, which has a choice of restaurants. I just charged them to the room and paid when we left. Everyone spoke Englsh in the hotel, though outside a lot of French is spoken. I got by with that okay. We booked by email, direct with the hotel, and it was really efficent, even including collecting us from the airport. The Easyjet flights were very cheap then, and I am guessing they won’t have increased much. Once Covid calms down, I really recommend it,. But a week is plenty, and you can see everything worth seeing in that time. And you could smoke everywhere too, as I know you’re still a smoker. 🙂

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