I’m in the busy town of Marrakesh, Morocco. Around here they drink ridiculous amounts of green tea with tons of sugar, but the country is also renowned for their strong, black coffee. A decade has passed since my last coffee in a north African country, so I figured it was about time.
Coffee and pancakes, all you need for breakfast.
I tried my ordinary order of mezzo. The closest resemblance around here is called “noss noss”. It translates into “half and half” which is another name for the brew.
I’m not sure if Dale Cooper would call it “a damn fine cup of coffee”, but at least it has caffeine.
Roaming Marrakesh.
After the caffeine rush I’m ready for new adventures in Djemaa el Fna, the large square where everything happens. Originally a place where they placed chopped-off heads to scare the crowds, today it’s the main square of Marrakesh occupied by snake charmers, food stalls and all sorts of strange people from dusk till dawn.
Djemaa el Fna, Marrakesh.
I sat down at one of the balconies overlooking the square, having yet another Tajine, the ubiquitous Moroccan stew in a clay pot. But the best part is simply looking down at the spectacle. Dining on some sort of mystery meat under the stars while listening to the cacophony of sounds emanating from the square below. The tall minaret of the Koutoubia Mosque can be seen over the rooftops, chanting the voices of prayer across the open field. A magical evening.
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You are posting from the future! Coooool!
Have a sip for Clarke!
And you have to teach me that time travelling trick as well.
Time travelling is easy down here, since everybody move in slow motion. But it was rather the dodgy computer in the internet cafe which had odd time settings.
Poor Reine, enjoy your coffee, your orange juice and of course the cous-cous!
…and not to forget, the croissants!
Kaffe kaffe kaffe.
I would also like to add: You bastard. You burn
Did I mention that the pancakes were delicious as well?
Hehe…you are still talking about the Moroccan breakfast? Well I am too…and I still prefer my porridge oats :)
Nice picture though…
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Tobban, are you referring to the coffee or the pancakes? Because both are poetry in their own way. :)
;) Haha… U got it Reine.. (Google?)
If I had to choose it will maybe be the pancakes… and, yes, I prefer a nice cup of Earl Grey with loads of “bergamot” oil… even if your coffee sounded just great…
It was quite hard to find any tea other than the mint blend they serve everywhere, but some shops had a fairly decent selection. Brought some kind of green gunpowder blend back home with me.
You forgot to mention the great freshly squeezed orange juice! :-)
Oh yes, Moroccan OJ is the best in the world!
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