
Before ending in Marrakech, stops along the way included Chaouen (cute blue-painted town in the Rif Mountains) and Casablanca (hip, cosmopolitan city where I caught a Moroccan rap concert). I also laid back with the fun beach atmosphere in El Jadida and spent three days trekking in the High Atlas mountains, the high point of which was another 4,000+ meter peak.
Marrakech is wonderful and embodies what you would imagine about Morocco. The rust-colored medina (old town) is a maze of alleys filled with shops, craftsmen at work, and life in action. The main square turns into a circus as the sun sets, with food stalls, juice stands, and entertainers competing for the crowd's attention. Someone will take your picture with a snake, paint your hands with henna, or tell your fortune. Otherwise you can just stand back and watch the scene of dancers, musicians, or even a boxing match.
This afternoon I fly to Brussels, where I rejoin the Western world and make my way toward Switzerland.