Danhauser Travel Blogs

5/29/23- Going home day is finally here. Our ride shows up at 7:45am and takes us to the airport in 15 minutes. We check in, drop off our luggage, grab our tickets and proceed to passport control (which is weird as this first flight is domestic to Casablanca). There’s a stir from the guard when looking at our tickets and we’re held up for about 10 minutes while they sort it out. They let us through, but I realize the airline put both of our flights on the same paper ticket (including the next one to New York) so I’m sure that was the issue. It’s here that I notice our next flight tickets are both middle seats and will need to ask someone at the next airport for a change. Our flight leaves on time at 10:40am and literally takes only 20 minutes in the air before we touch down. I’ve never been on a flight that short but we get there none-the-less. We then have to go back through security as soon as we enter the airport (I mean seriously, what could’ve we brought on the last plane t...

  5/28/23- It’s been a long road, one I’ll never forget but soon may put out of my mind. In the eve of my journey home I’m much reminded of what I’m fortunate to have and grateful to be able to go back to it. These past nine weeks have been insane on what I’ve put my body through, but I’d do it all over again if asked. We have breakfast on the rooftop around 9:30am (same selection as yesterday) and plan out our day. We almost booked a hot-air balloon ride for this morning, but the cloudy weather is not in our favor, so we opt to stay close. Kelvin wants to look at souvenirs, so we work our way to the other side of the medina (26 minute walk) to find a container, but he still wants it filled with a colored spice. Continuing through the markets, we find a place, load his container up with blue pigment for 170 MAD ($17 US) and walk out just before realizing they overcharged him by an extra $20 US. I quickly return and of course they act as if it’s a complete accident and offer ...

5/27/23- I actually get over 12 hours sleep. Partially due to the internet here sucks so was a bit bored, but also there isn’t a reason to wake up early. I almost missed the hotel breakfast on the roof (which doesn’t have much of a view) and get there just in time for pancakes, crepes and jelly. They also serve goats milk but that’s not something I wish to temp my stomach with right now. Doing a bit of research, we head out to Bahia Palace. We brave the souk market again, which is even worse this time around with the Saturday tour groups packing the tight quarters.  We make it to the palace (built in the mid 1850s and eventually turned into one of the most visited tourist spots in Morocco), pay the 70 MAD ($7 US) in cash and immediately are overwhelmed with the amount of people inside. Every spot is taken up with instagrammers trying to find their perfect pose, and getting shots in between the waves of tour groups is almost a non-existent. I say almost because it does level ...