Disclaimer: totally stole this title from the birthday message my brother sent me. I’m not so punny. It kinda makes it sound like I’ll be sporting a moustache today but I mean…whatever.
It’s my birthday!
Today, I’m 25, and I’m spending it in the best possible way – travelling. I’m visiting my 25th country and 5th continent. It’s been a year full of adventure! I don’t think there’s anything I’d do differently.
I get the vibe most people think I’m weird, and perhaps I am, but I don’t mind spending my birthday alone. I spent 21 totally solo, but was living near Cairns Australia and spent my entire day at the beach (which is actually what I was doing every day, at the time) so I had absolutely nothing to complain about. This year will be much of the same. Most of the friends I’ve made in Morocco have gone home so I’m spending the morning alone. Tonight I’ll meet up with the friends I’ve made in Marrakech though, so don’t worry everyone, I’m okay!
To make the day a little “special” I hop on a bus out of Marrakech to a nearby beach town called Essaouira. Well. 3 hours nearby. I was going to hit this or the Ozoud Falls, but transport-wise this was much more straight forward so I’ll have to leave Ozoud for next time.
I take it easy, walking around the small fish market along the pier, and through the little town which is full of shops and cafes. It’s a very touristy area but I think that’s a given. I see sea urchins for sale in the market and realize I’ve never eaten one before. A good way to start 25 – with something new! It tastes alright, but you don’t get very much bang for your buck. It’s only 4mdh (free, and you could probably get it cheaper, I didn’t even bargain) but once he cut it open with scissors and shelled out the bad parts, I was only left with 4 small little bites. Still, it tasted better than expected!
I spend some time down on the beach, just people watching. There’s an odd mix here of both women in bikinis, and women swimming in t-shirts and pants. Some even in jeans! I can’t imagine that’s too comfortable. I didn’t bother to bring my bathing suit with me, just came to soak up some rays. I’ve given up on being covered up at all times. Marrakech is HOT and no one seems to follow the shoulders and knees rule, so now I don’t either. I usually wear a sleeveless top that covers me right up to the neck, but exposes my shoulders, and then carry a scarf with me just in case. In case of what? I don’t know. I just feel better about it.
I’m going to have the most awkward tan when I get back to barcelona. My face and arms have gotten a fair bit of sun, but the rest of my body is going to be snow white. Great look.
For lunch I visit a fresh fish stall-like restaurant where I can point and choose what I’d like them to cook. I go for squid, which I think might be one of my favourite foods. What a strange favourite food to have, but I seriously just don’t think there’s much I enjoy more than well cooked, fresh squid. It’s a perfect birthday meal. Like treatin’ yo’self, but still staying on budget at just 30mdh (3€, $4cad) for tons of grilled squid, moroccan salad, and a soda. My server sits down and chats with me while I eat because there’s no one else around, so don’t worry!! I’m not alone!!
The latest bus from Essaouira to Marrakech leaves at 18:00 so I don’t have a ton of time. As a last little birthday treat I get a rad henna tattoo on the beach for 60mdh (6€, $8cad). Kind of a mistake because now I have to be all careful and weird when I’m getting on the bus, but it survives, dries, and I get to peel it off over the 3 hour ride as well.
I go to meet everyone at the nice bar/lounge we went to the other night. I ring in 25 and conclude my trip to Morocco with wine and good people on a patio under the stars in Marrakech.
It’s going to be a good year.
Tomorrow I’ll have to rush off to the airport and return to the daily grind in Barcelona. My life is just the worst.
It’s been real, Morocco.
All I can say, is if you ever get the chance to go, DO. Ignore all the haterz.