My family and I moved to Marrakech 11 years ago from London. The beginning of a huge adventure for us. Choosing which country was right for us to live in had been an extremely long and tiring process. Having made a choice to move to Marrakesh, was in itself a big box ticked. We had two criteria lists, one for our business (opening and running a guesthouse) and one for personal.
Phase two of our journey then began. Setting up home in Morocco, also a non English speaking country with a very different culture to ours. Marrakech is a real melting pot of; languages, tribes, rich, poor, city slickers, country peasants. It sometimes reminds me of that place Luke Skywalker went to, to buy that space ship, with all those different intergalactic aliens. (Any one know what it was called?) After months of beauroctratic paperwork, rendez vous with people who don't turn up and renting from an unpleasant woman for a large amount of money, we bought ourselves a villa. This was not in the plan as we didn't want to tie up our capital in a home. I now realise it is one of the best things we could have done. When you've had a really difficult day here to be able to close the door and relax in your own place really balances you.
Zamzam Riad & Spa was eventually created out of love and we hope you will come and stay and be pampered in our luxury boutique riad.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
I noticed a number of beautiful doors. The museum has beautiful treasures from times gone by. The colours were very different from those in Marrakech and the gardens seemed more lush. This was the last of our sites before heading off down the coast to Azzemour. I loved Rabat and will definitely be back for longer with my husband who has never been, it was truly a wonderful city. I don't think many people realise what it has to offer. Historical sites, the coast, shopping and fabulous restaurants. It is a very noble city.
The hotel is a crazy mix of Moroccan art, old pieces of furniture and vibrant colours.
A floor tile design in the main bedroom area.
Granny enjoying dinner in the cosy restaurant.
The larger salon. The hotel was easy to get lost in at first as it's full of nooks and crannies, which is also part of it's charm. Each section of the hotel is very different to the next.
I loved Rabat, i have not visited for 10 years and even then it was a drive through visit. It had a very different feel to Marrakech and felt very regal. It felt much more Andalusian which of course it is, but surprisingly so. The lovely river and hilly countryside added to the magic of the place. Below you can see a photo of the Chellah wall, one of the major historic sights. The Chellah is on top of the hill and freshwater springs flow out of the hill. It is believed that Sultan Yaacoub's buried treasure is inside, guarded by a prince of the jinn (spirits or entities living in a parallel universe). For years this place once a settlement has been used for burial and tombs.
The entrance to The Hassan Tower and the tomb of Mohammed V and Hassan II.
The Mausoleum is ornate to say the least and totally breathtaking to look at. The carving is so intricate and the marble lavish. The Moroccan people hold their past kings in high regard almost to holy status as the now Mohammed V is the spiritual leader of Morocco too.
The Tower is stunning and impressive from all views. Built by the Sultan Yaacoub El Mansour in the 1100's. It was built as part of a programme with the Koutoubia in Marrakech and the Giralda in Seville.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
The first marble has gone in! It has gone into the down stairs suite. We are only buying Moroccan Marble not imported. We are trying to support the local industries as much as possible. We have two bathrooms with baths and this is one of them. It has two little marble seats in it so that one can relax in the essence of Jasmin, sipping a glass of wine after a hard days shopping in the souk. I'm rather pleased with the outcome as you never know if you are going to be happy with the work done. Marcus is now watching everything like a hawk so that it's done correctly, i think this is the only way to try and get your finishes to an acceptable standard, which believe me is incredibly hard. Luckily Marcus is a perfectionist so i know that by aiming for the stars we will have good finishes by most standards. My biggest concern really is the hot water. It seems to be that no matter what riads do ie huge tank volumes and pumps all over the place. The hot water is very slow? Even in the creme de la creme of riads I've heard people say "we had to go off for a gin and tonic to wait for the hot water to come through". What makes me really wince about this is that we are trying very hard to be as ethical and eco-conscious as possible and running a tap for 20 minutes in a desert country is a big no no.
We have had the hammam insulated with sustainable cork, we are installing solar panels (unbelievably fairly radical for morocco) and we are trying where ever possible to be a conscious low impact riad. Any helpful information or hints on this will be gratefully received. We are already a competitive destination re: carbon foot print, as with only a three hour flight to Morocco we have the upper hand, being equally as interesting and diverse as other countries ten to thirteen hours away.
Friday, December 7, 2007
I loved the olive harvest there was a real sense of community and it reminded me of something we so often forget. Just helping each other out. You can get so caught up in the daily grind of life and getting things done. I had a real moment when i stood up and looking around at the beautiful ancient olive trees, I thought this is the lifestyle change i was after and this is the sort of integration with the Moroccan country folk that is so important. It's so easy to swan in here buy a lovely villa eat at lovely restaurants and actually have little to do with the Moroccan culture and way of life.
I recommend olive harvest to everyone who needs to re-generate their energy, feel a sense of harmony and occomplishment and to bond once more with the earth. Enough of the hippy lecture! We also collected the olives off our few old olive trees in the garden. They have gone to be pressed with Ahmeds as they wont press small collections of olives. We have 15 litres of oil from our trees !! organic virgin olive oil at that! another reason to stay at the riad so that you can eat it and cover your body in it after a hammam.
The olive tree basher. Someone hits the branches of the tree as all the olives shoot down onto the ground. They actually quite hurt as they hit you. My daughter spent the whole time shouting Oww!
The younger generation carrying the heavy plastic boxes full of olives. There was a big smile on their faces when they saw my 4 wheel drive, which we loaded up. Saved them carrying them all.
Monday, December 3, 2007
You can see far right the beginning of a plaster dome. Everything is done by hand with very few tools available. A tape measure is a rare commodity!
Friday, November 16, 2007
What a fabulous spot for sunday lunch, the Relais du Lac at the Barrage. Only 30 minutes from Marrakech, on a balmy November day this really is the place to eat. A set menu consisting of a delicious salad, warm bread cooked on site in a kiln clay oven followed by vegetable tagine and barbequed meat. The crowning glory has to be the heavy berber cake pudding with a glass of mint tea, just what you need to send you straight into siesta mode!
The lake is at the edge of the atlas, during winter giving stunning views of the huge mountains covered in snow.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Marcus in a deep building discussion with Aisha. She's from New Zealand and is about to start building a yoga centre.
At last the birthday boy splits open the pumpkin, the sweets spray out and there's a mad dash to get as many as you can.
The pumpkin's a bit shocked that we managed to get a hoop over.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Above you can see an example of a Tkchita, this is a special dress for special occasions, weddings etc, usually very ornate and worn with a thick tight belt round the middle. All Moroccans have a Tkchita.
Creating the Guest House
Land in Marrakech at that time, went mad. Prices going up daily, lots of people fishing but not really wanting to sell. There is also a problem here of title. ie not much land is titled and to buy land without a title is very difficult, unless you have a lot of time on your hands and like a gamble. We looked at more land than you can shake a stick at, drank more mint tea than you can imagine and got totally no where. It can take weeks to even get a price. You may be being shown a piece of land that isn't for sale or has already been sold. After a year of this we said 'that is it!, we are buying a riad!'
I had a total nervous breakdown and couldn't talk to anyone for three days. He then said this doesn't have to be the end....... It wasn't I have now built an Ecological Camp Adounia in the Sahara Desert!