After the Desert Extravaganza, we hopped back onto the bus, took the twistiest, turniest, motion-sicknessiest road over the Haute Atlas, the tallest mountain range in Morocco, and the second tallest in Africa, and then over the Moyan Atlas, a smaller version of the Haute Atlas. We ended the day in Marrakech, touring souks, palaces, touristy plazas, and chilling in a 5 star hotel for the night, indulging ourselves in the pleasure of the kareoke bar.
The next morning we headed back on the bus to the coast, to Essaouira, and I immediately fell in love with the city. It's a smaller village, one that survives on tourism. The views of the ocean were breathtaking, the people wonderfully kind, and the feel of the city was relaxing and calming, without being horribly resorty. I know that I want to go back to Morocco, and I know that this city will be one of my stops.
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