Morocco: Life in small towns

It's nice to get away from the big cities

Morocco is a funny place. People love it or hate it. It’s a place of the extreme, strange, and everyday.

It both heaves with tourists and hawkers and gigantic open-skied places that stretch for kilometres and kilometres and kilometres where very few live. It’s full of people who both want to scam you and befriend you, people who want to peddle their wares and people who are just going about their lives.

Its people will invite you into their home for tea.

Its people will deceive you into going down the wrong street, but simultaneously, its people will give you the best tour of their village, free of charge.

Its people will find you in the middle of a remote sand dune and try to sell you small trinkets, and you’ll wonder if it really was worth their time to hike a kilometre into the middle of this sea of sand just to be told “no thanks”.

Being treated like a walking ATM really wears you down, but looking past that, Morocco has some truly beautiful untouched landscapes and towns. We drove ourselves from Marrakech to Tangier, taking an inland route and following a path less travelled.

These photos are mostly from Tinghir Gorge (this is not off the beaten track, it’s very well beaten, perhaps to death), Midelt, and Tangier.

I’m in a B&W phase in life right now. Some colour is coming soon.