Friday, 29 August 2014

moroccon magic

A photo journal of four days blissfully lost in Marrakesh and Essaouira, Morocco.

The best part about travel is you get to check your worries at the departure gate. 
For those few brief days or weeks your time is yours and yours alone.
And your only commitment is to making that time spectacular.

Backpacking in the African continent for the first time with my love was a wild ride that I never wanted to get off.
The Moroccan sun in the magic hour is a complete trip. It's the biggest, boldest star.
We dedicated our hours to taking down sugar-cubed mint teas, listening to locals speak exquisite French, starry nights and stolen hours walking hand in hand.

Say yes to unplanned adventures, you never know where you'll find what your looking for...