I’ve preached it once, and I’ll preach it again: my few weeks in Morocco last July were some of the best times of my twenty one years to date. As a result, there aren’t many things that give me quite as much simultaneous joy and heartbreak as stumbling on memory cards of holiday images that escaped me as soon as the real life hit back with assignments and exams.
Joy for the most beautiful country I have ever had the good fortune of visiting, and the world’s kindest, most good humoured, and most generous people.
Heartbreak for wanting to go back so damn badly it’s no longer optional.
In the mean time, emailing happy selfies of Alex and I to our absolute legend of a guide, Youssef, and receiving all of the #lols and ;-D emojis in return, will have to do.*
As to our little blossoming photo series here, these were shot post-swim in Cristina’s ridiculous pool on our last (tearful) day in Morocco, just before we flew home (emotionally eating burgers from every fast food chain at every airport stopover along the way). Moroccan light is not dissimilar to Australia – harsh as hell in the middle of the day, with beautiful shadows, incredible sunsets, and dusty mornings-after. I’ve already made it my mission to find another few weeks in my schedule to get myself back over there, perhaps on a photo job, to create as much characterising imagery as possible – I’m certainly of the belief that Google images does Morocco absolutely no justice at this point in time, while magazine editorial always find derelict walls, styling an Anglo model in awkwardly incorrect cultural jewellery.
Watch this space.
Natalie B Necklace from Planet Blue
*But for real, Youssef is the bomb – for those of you who have been asking me the best way to get around Morocco, the best places to see in Morocco, the safest way to travel in Morocco, the most respectful way to eat in Morocco during Ramadan, Youssef is your kind, honest, hilarious, witty, go-getcha, wise, desert man (no really, he used to be a desert man).