‘Morocco is a country of dazzling diversity and endless intrigue, a colourful tapestry of contrasts for those seeking adventure’
Woken by the echo of the call to prayer, the melodic tones of the muezzin growing gradually louder, it took me a moment to remember I was in Morocco, I was in Africa, a continent I dreamt of visiting as a girl growing up in Liverpool. But I never once imagined I’d be there in a motorhome, with my family.
Morocco is a country of dazzling diversity and endless intrigue, a colourful tapestry of contrasts for those seeking adventure. It’s a land full of history and culture, mighty mountain ranges, seductive souks, ancient cities, enticing coast and of course, the Sahara Desert, the mere mention of which conjures up a world apart.
As we left Tanger Med Port behind, I was lost in thought, oblivious to the excited chatter of Marcus and the children, to the signs for places I never imagined we would be driving to – Fes, Chefchaouen, Casablanca, Marrakech – scarcely believing we were there at last.
There was a time, as a new parent, when I might have eschewed the idea of Morocco as a family travel destination, opting for the
