Morocco Travel

Posted By on November 1, 2011

Morocco, the westernmost country of the Maghreb and the most exotic, is there, just a stone's throw from Europe. An extensive network of highways connecting anywhere in the old continent with that little sea passage that opens the box of wonders. The real exotic, untouched at times. The fascination of a world that moves at strokes of a tradition that comes from a foreign culture for those who come from the north. The internal contradiction involved in their attempts to modernize. Its splendid landscapes, sometimes as diverse as its inhabitants, as the people who shaped it. The cities, towns, villages. Glories of Islam, along with tiny populations in the minimum subsistence level.

A human mosaic that remains united in its own balancing circus. Berbers, Arabs, people originating from around the Mediterranean area once in a while, came here and stayed here. The first university in the world and people who never saw a written paper. Mountains, canyons, rivers, desert, sand and stone, endless beaches, rough seas and waters, snow and scorching sun. And all in a manageable area, in an area accessible, human. But discover Morocco, the real Morocco, not easy. As almost always happens: The traveler who lands his illusions in the country, it does well through an organized tour, either alone, but always fearful of discovery, always carried away by ideas of others, topical image, allowing little space to imagination.

And Morocco requires dedication, effort, out of the conventional, to understand, to love, to simply detect the magic it contains. Hence the car. Because there are places, settings, situations, which are only accessible from the freedom granted to move on their own. And if that vehicle is able to move beyond the limits of the asphalt, we will reach the fullness, the unique possibility of knowing what others will only be able to intuit.

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