Twenty-seven years ago, I told my parents I was going on a camping trip to Wisconsin with my friend Robin. Instead, I secretly took off on a wild adventure to Morocco, which marked the beginning of a lifetime of independent travel. Now, I have returned with Thomas to relive a bit of those early days and dive back into one of the craziest, most colorful adventure travel destinations on the planet.
Just as I did on my first visit, we started out in what many consider North Africa’s most insanely atmospheric city. Marrakesh is the stuff of legends, a desert mirage wrapped in mud walls with an epic medina of gnarled backstreets and alleys that leaves visitors’ heads spinning. The world-famous Jemaa el-Fnaa square has been dazzling travelers with story tellers, snake charmers, acrobats and more for a thousand years. I still remember the first time I stepped out of a taxi and saw a cobra rebelliously slithering away across the pavement in front of me. For serious travelers, this is the real stuff.