Morocco Part I: Arrival in Ouarzazate
After being away in China over the Royal Wedding in 2011, it felt distinctly unpatriotic to arrange a trip over the Jubilee Weekend last year. But when dates line up and an opportunity presents itself, sometimes you just have to go with the flow. It was this philosophy that saw me trekking through the Moroccan desert in 35-40°C heat in June 2012, while London turned into one giant street party and my friends and family prayed for good weather.
Flying out of London Heathrow in the late evening, we reach Ouarzazate in the early hours of the morning. Even though we arrive under the cover of night, heat still lingers in the air, and I’m left with the familiar sensation of being far from home. Jamal, our guide, warns us that rabid mosquitos roam in the air outside, but it’s far too hot even at this late hour to sleep without all the windows flung wide open.
In the haze of heat and excitement, I find it difficult to sleep, but aware we only have time for a few hours in bed, I stare at the ceiling and think about what the next few days will bring. Eventually, I fall asleep.