Enigma

Saturday 12 May 2018

Justice for India's daughters
India. A country with a population of more than 1.3 billion people, of which 43% are women. Recent stories that have saturated the news involving gang rapes and sexual assault have alarmed communities worldwide. Official statistics highlight that one rape is reported every 20 minutes. The National Crime Records Bureau state that rape crimes in India has increased tenfold in the last 40 years. 40,000 rape cases were reported in 2016 alone. 


In the last month, a number of abhorrent child rape cases has left a stubborn stain on India.  

In India’s Jammu and Kashmir state, the harrowing rape and murder of an eight-year-old Muslim girl has sparked outrage. A young innocent girl called Asifa Bano, became trapped in a despicable plan and used as a threat to her Muslim nomad community of the Kathua district. Eight men drugged, strangled and stoned the girl before sexually assaulting her in order to force Muslim nomads to flee their town. She was held captive in a hindu temple whist this happened.  


This was a calculated and heinous plan. The alleged ringleader of the gang, Sanji Ram was the caretaker for the temple where they murdered the young girl. 

In an open letter 50 former bureaucraticswrote to Prime Minister Narendra Modi that “in post-Independence India, this is our darkest hour.” 

In the remote Hindu village where Asifa lived, the local’s mood is in stark contrast to the outrage the rest of the world has shown. They have marched in support of the eight men accused. It was heard that the villagers complained this was all a massive scam, and that the men on trial were being framed.  The mindset these locals have is not unheard of, it is chilling to think so many of these rapes may be going on in other villages with a Hindu vs. Muslim mentality that we do not even hear of.

“This is all a big conspiracy to demoralise the Hindus.” said one villager, Bhagmal Khajuri. 


Sexual assault and rape crimes in India have been rising over the past decade. The saddening high profile story of the gang rape and murder of a girl on a Delhi bus in 2012 was yet another look into the gritty underbelly of India. She was returning home with her friend after going to the cinema. This case led to worldwide mass protests and condemnation.  

The latest incident occurred on 5 May when a 16-year-old girl from Jharkhand was burnt alive. The reason? She was raped by two men near the village of Raja Kendua after being abducted from her own home. The parents went to the elders of the village after she was raped to gain help to punish the rapists, however in turn they became angry and beat the girl’s parents before setting her on fire. 

A deeper look into this spiraling crisis may reveal an extremely deep-set systematic issue. Lack of education on these matters for men seems to be the case. There is a huge stigma attached to rape, where the girl is blamed and deemed impure if it happens to her.  

In recent changes following a number of high-profile cases, the Indian government have decided to introduce the death penalty for child rapists. However much more needs to be done before India can stop being known as the rape capital of the world.  

S.K.

Thursday 19 April 2018

V A P I A N O
I was lucky enough to be invited by Vapiano to sample their menu at the Buchanan Street venue this week. The highly anticipated spot opened in the old HMV building back in January to roaring praise from Glasgow foodies. I’m currently itching to rave about the entire experience, and if you’re an Italian food lover, then this is the place for you.




A famous Italian proverb I remember often goes like this: “Mangier per vivere e non vivere per mangiare”, which translates to “eat to live and not live to eat”- quite fitting really.

If you’ve never been to Vapiano before, this will be a different experience for you compared to other restaurants. You will be greeted by the lovely receptionist Gemma (if you are reading this, hello!) and she will explain how things work.

You’re given a Vapiano card, which you must keep safe. You will swipe your card after ordering your food at the different stations inside the restaurant. On the way out, you present this card and pay when leaving.

Vapiano is self-service, however you can order drinks to the table. We both ordered the Berry Crush mocktails. They contained fresh strawberries, raspberries, cranberry and grapefruit juice, fresh lime and tasty strawberry puree – this was a winner!




So let’s dig right in! The menu itself is very simply laid out with a good variety of different pasta, risotto, pizza and antipasto dishes. For starters, we chose the bruschetta and garlic bread. I had no qualms getting right into some carb goodness.




The bruschetta came out on some beautifully crisp ciabatta bread, topped with just the right amount of marinated tomatoes. This was flavoursome as hints of garlic, basil and olive oil hit my taste buds. The garlic bread we could not finish in the end, but I wish I could have squeezed it in as it was a great accompaniment to my pasta.

I chose the Pollo Picante for my main dish. As you are able to choose what type of pasta’s in the dish, I went for penne. My friend opted for the Chicken Alfredo with fuesli pasta.
My Pollo Picante was delectable. With juicy chicken pieces cooked and mixed with orange chilli sauce, pak choi (Chinese vegetable) and peppers, I practically inhaled this all. It was JUST the right amount of flavour and spice, and cooked to utter perfection. Simply delicious. My friend loved hers too, but she said it could have done with some extra cream!




Now for the Dolci (dessert). I ordered the Cookies and Cream ice cream, and my friend chose the Death By Chocolate cake with whipped cream. As my eyes are always too big for my stomach, I tasted the chocolate cake too. It was slightly too rich for me, but my friend loved it. As for my ice cream, I scraped my little tub clean of it all!


The Vapiano vibe can be described as mellow and relaxed. The interior is beautiful with huge olive trees as table centrepieces and dimmed red lighting near the back – it’s a comfortable setting.
All in all a superb meal, with some really helpful staff! Prices were very reasonable which I will list below. I will most definitely be back.


Pollo Picante: £10.29                           Death By Chocolate: £5.79
Chicken Alfredo: £10.29                      Cookies & Cream ice cream: £3.50
Bruschetta: £4.59
Garlic Bread: £3.99


S.K.

Friday 19 January 2018

Pakistan: A Country Failing Its Children.


Zainab Ansari is the name of a 7 year old Pakistani girl who lived in the Kasur district of Punjab. As she was on her way to Quran recital classes she was abducted, raped and brutally murdered. Once the killer was done with her, her body was disposed of amongst a rubbish heap next to a garbage can.

As the story was released, I sat in a daze of so many thoughts and feelings running through me. Anger, disgust, grief, horror and heartbreak. I was completely torn as social media was flooded with support alongside the hashtag #JusticeForZainab. Solidarity came through via Pakistani politicians and celebrities alike.


Imran Khan, head of the PTI party in Pakistan tweeted a video message condemning the crime and urged for action in finding the killer. I ask myself how are such heinous crimes so prevalent in a country like Pakistan? Why has our judicial system failed Zainab and many before her? Why are individuals so caught up in political point scoring, rather than dealing with the issue at hand? Zainab is now just another number, the eighth girl to have been killed in the past year in the Kasur region. 

Kasur: Hub of child sexual abuse scandals since 2006

When Zainab was murdered, protests began in the streets of Kasur. Police officials came under fire for shooting men amongst the marches. I saw tweets on my timeline, asking why are people rioting? As if a rape of a young girl shouldn't be enough to cause anger, the reason being however is people are fed up of the inaction due to Kasur's sordid history of a paedophile ring extorting relatives of children sexually abused, since 2006. 

Villagers of the district spoke out at the time. It had emerged that there is a dominant family who have blackmailed children into performing sexual acts, which they recorded and sold on to pornography sites.

In a fact finding report by the Human Rights Commission of Pakistan it was found the crimes were concealed as the perpetrators threatened families to release videos of their children being raped and performing sexual acts under force. They were then forced to pay up or else the videos would be released. 

More than 300 children from 2006 through to 2015 were involved in this disgusting and vile crime. Hundreds upon hundreds of video clips circulated at the time, members of the public came forward to report incidents and yet every single child was failed by a corrupt and unjust system. The bureaucracies turned the other eye and colluded with the known criminals to protect their identities and of course, for money. 

2016 finally saw two suspects sentenced to life imprisonment over their role in the pedophilia ring of Village Hussain KhanWala, Kasur.

2017

In the last six months, seven other girls have been sexually assaulted in the Punjab region. An investigation is now underway to see if they are all connected.

I feel disheartened at how Pakistan has failed their children. A country where I too have family, and little cousins the same age as Zainab. A country rife with corruption, where parties are too busy hurling accusations at each other in order to get ahead in the political race.

Zainab's parents were performing Umrah (a religious pilgrimage) whilst this happened to her. She was living with her aunt, and thought she was safe walking a short minute to her religious classes. Which she should have been.

The ONLY person to be blamed for this, is the vile creature who committed the crime. No one else. It is a sorry state of affairs when women still find a way to blame anyone else other than the rapist. Which is what I found in some of the comments section when reports were released about Zainab. My heart breaks for her family, and for every other vulnerable child out there who was taken advantage of.

S.K.

Tuesday 16 January 2018

Asian Societal Pressures.

"No matter how much I accomplish, how independent I become or how much I achieve of my own goals - society will always make me feel alone. Isolated to the point where I think, was this all done in vain? Our community is such that if a girl is not married by 26 - we have nothing to hold our heads high for."

This is an unfortunate but very real truth for young women in the South Asian community of today. Asian societal pressures for young girls to succumb to marriages, children and making a home like the elders that came before them. I presume for most of us we have unknowingly had the idea of marriage implanted within us from a young age.

Yet, generations before us forget that they were not urged to pursue an education (for most, or rather if they were then it was not with great importance) or encouraged to establish themselves with a suitable career. In our chase for lucrative positions we are expected to get there smooth sailing, be steady on our two feet and then? Then we are to get married and live happily ever after of course.

There will be falls, hinderances and mistakes in order to prepare us. To find ourselves. It is ok to become lost or take a few wrong turns on your path to get to where you want to be. Self-love also needs to be nurtured. It is perfectly fine to take your time, and focus on you and you alone without having to justify why you are still single.

Photo credit, Instagram: @thepakistanimarthastewart

We are young women who are hungry for all the opportunities that arise, eager to grab and utilise the choices available throughout our lives. We should be allowed to do so. However at the same time, who also feels the impending anxiety our mothers are on the brink of when Aunty Ji from some distantly related family asks when you're getting married?

Respect. Honour. Family values. "What will others think?" Then theres the comments on age. When you hit the quarter of a century mark, you will be inundated with questions on why you haven't married or settled for anyone yet. Who else had their whole life planned by the time they were 25? Yet here we are, still making tough life decisions like what new Netflix show we should binge watch. (Peaky Blinders, for anyone who hasn't yet)

It seems as you get older, everyone starts getting caught up in this cycle of marriage prospects and stressing about time going by. Do not tire yourself out trying to perfect a round roti (chapatti) or making exceptional desi chai (tea) fit for the Queen. Humour aside, we need to learn that our main goal in life is not to get married. Marriage, contrary to the typical and ever so popular belief does not define us. Yes it can be difficult to tame that silent yet ferociously loud fear in your mind, but remember that everyone is on their own journey. Everything will only fall into place when the time is right.

These expectations can lead to be very testing on young women's mindsets. Severe anxiety over not being settled and married with kids by a certain age is not healthy. Let us not cast young girls aside who are only just stepping into the real world by labelling them as failures, arrogant, selfish, and disrespectful for not saying yes to a rishta (potential husband) via a picture.

Is no one tired of the stories we hear, from various scenarios of rushed marriages due to the parents pressure, for the individual to then endure years of being unhappy or for it ending in quick divorce? Are parents not willing to save that anguish for their children and wait until they are truly happy? I have yet to come across anyone who finds "settling for someone" truly appealing.

It constantly surrounds us too, the idea of finding "the one" even if it's not our family or the next door Aunty. Social media, where someone is updating an engagement status every other day. The Bollywood industry, who love to rinse the idea of exaggerated love stories film after film. Then we have Hollywood - the biggest illusion of them all. The literary world thrives upon stories dedicated to falling in love and finding your soulmate.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with being married, having kids and taking care of your home. Equally, there is nothing wrong with not being married, not having kids and not being settled.

S.K.

Friday 9 December 2016

Existing.

What is it about being a free, roaming, spiritual and light-hearted nomad that is so luring to us all? The raging battle between the moulding of our intellect, and the ramblings of an old soul is ongoing. It should never stop, though.

We are so caught up in wanting to feed our starving souls that we never stop to think what we would do if it finally became content. Between finding a balance and striving to free ourselves - if my soul was to ever stop searching, I fear I would grow complacent.

I exist in a field where solitude is welcomed. It envelopes me and something inside me stirs. A yearning to be somewhere else, but for this field to be here every night awaiting my return. If I am going to find myself somewhere, it will be here - in this field of vast emptiness and expanding deserts. 

I exist in a society that is fixated on degrees, wealth, status, perfect abiding trophy wives - not just for the man, but for the extended family that inevitably comes with him. It demands for young women to garner self belief, secure a career, achieve and succeed, rise and keep rising to eventually... to eventually buckle to pressures of marriage, kids, household duties. Was it all done in vain?

I exist to misunderstand the path I'm meant to be taking in life. To be unsure of my choices, never comprehending disputes and strange desires of things out of the norm. To travel - oh to decipher corners of the earth that are unknown to man. To allow different winds to circle me and to breathe in gusts that will liven my being.

I exist as a woman to be analysed, scrutinised, taken apart, ridiculed and mocked. Celebrated by what I choose to wear or what I don't. My mind can harvest a garden of fruitful knowledge but yet, it is not enough. Lest we forget every single being is a human who is susceptible to making mistakes. 

I exist with an insatiable desire to be perfect in every way. Why must I obey others demands but disobey my own? Backed into a corner everywhere I go, with a smile that haunts me even in the darkest depths of my solitude. 

I exist to be an indomitable spirit, or at least I try to be. The path to purity gives way if my positivity isn't wholly intact. Funny that, isn't it? Almost as if my faults endure me regrettably. In all my years of living, my curiosity never killed me. Lord only knows how it gnawed at me, either bringing me fortune or error. Either way it is a forbearance we should all enjoy. 

I exist to never belong. To feel alien in various comfortable ruses. To feel like no matter how much I adapt, the habitus will forever deceive me. I go on to knock at a myriad of doors, to which I find will avidly invite me in but yet I seek to return to my field. Alone, is where I belong.

I exist to pander to his pride. To help alleviate the pain of his aches and trials. To console and to soothe - to ensure the flower does not wither without my presence. To gently reprimand a crouching beast. To intimately mirror his life in order to help him grow. To support and to love. To take his lows so he is only left with the highs. 

I exist to be a poetic justice, in ode to the greats of our time.

S.K.

Wednesday 23 November 2016

B A R   S O B A (Byers Road)
Bar Soba has been a place I have heard quite a lot about, and it has always been positive. I was super excited to check it out, and I finally got the chance to at a friends birthday dinner. Situated on Byers Road, it looked to be promising.



A quick gander on their website shows you that they describe themselves as "An award winning Cocktail Bar and Restaurant, serving the finest Pan Asian street food in Glasgow."

We arrived on time before 7pm to be greeted by a flustered waitress who had initially took down the wrong number for our booking. We were a table of 20, after some quick apologies we managed to grasp that the next door room was now being prepared for us and if we could wait until it was set.

We didn't mind as it allowed us to look through the extensive cocktail (mocktails for us) menu and order drinks at the bar. The bar tender was very creative, quick and helpful to suggest what was best to substitute any alcoholic drinks with. I opted for a Strawberry Daiquiri (my favourite, and £2) and it was really tasty!

We were seated after 15 minutes, and finally ordered starters. The menu on the table wasn't priced, so you're not sure how much each dish is. I chose the Salt and Pepper Squid which was the highlight of my dinner. It was mouthwatering! Served with red chilli, lime and basil mayo this was cooked very well and came out piping hot. The squid tasted fresh and a joy to eat with the right amount of crisp to its batter. The portion itself was a good amount although I would have probably preferred more! (£5.50)



In between catering to twenty of us, our service was fast and very helpful. For mains a few of us opted for the Chilli Chicken (£10). This was an aromatic bowl filled with chilli chicken pieces, various asian vegetables, light oyster sauce, red chilli, cashews, basil and thai jasmine rice. The portion was enough and very filling, I felt it had a slight sweet kick to it which I wasn't expecting as the menu stated there was garlic and chilli paste mixed in. I would have preferred it to be a little more spicier, but it was still delicious.


The interior of the building hinted at old victorian, with a touch of some modern vibes. The ambience was relaxed and fun, although I did feel very cold! There was also some cool funky street art and anime on the walls in the room the bar was in.





All in all a fab night. Excellent food, helpful friendly staff and reasonable prices means I will definitely be back to visit Bar Soba again. They have two other joints in Glasgow- Mitchell Lane and Merchant Square.

If anyone ever has any recommendations or wishes for me to review a place, comment below or tweet me @shareenxk :)

S.K.

Sunday 4 September 2016

Balbir's
Growing up in a household where Pakistani/Indian food is the main staple of my diet, eating similar food outside will forever be subject to some thorough scrutiny.

Glasgow is host to a huge variety of Indian restaurants. Yet there is still not many I would frequent. A strong favourite used to be Akbars of Glasgow, but ever since they went under new management a couple of years ago, I can't say I visit it as often now as their service and quality of food has since went downhill. My friends and I are regulars of Kebabish on Victoria road, however as we were celebrating a special occasion we opted for Balbir's, located on Church Street in Glasgow's west end.

Upon arrival, we were greeted by friendly staff who showed us to our table amidst a very vibrant atmosphere in the restaurant. It was really busy for a Thursday night, which is always a good sign. With modern decor and spacious dining, the restaurant looks stylish with gorgeous chandeliers for lighting creating a relaxed and fun ambience. 

Balbir's offer two different menus, one for street food which is for the walk in restaurant near the front, and the other is an a la carte menu for table bookings at the back. They were very kind to allow two of us to order from the street food menu (on until 9pm). I instantly knew what I wanted for starters after one skim of the menu, which is a long time favourite of mine called Chicken Dosa. My friend chose Pani Poori (or Gol Guppe) which a few of us shared. 


These were so tasty! Pani Poori is essentially small round crackers which you stuff with spiced chickpeas and potatoes, and then pour cold tamarind water into. The crunchy, sour and mild spicy mix gives you a delectable rush in your mouth as you eat it whole.


All of our starters were quick to arrive, service was 10/10. My dosa, (a south indian pancake made from lentils and rice) was light, soft and wrapped around delicious cubes of chicken in a medium spicy and creamy sauce. Served with coconut chutney, tomato chutney and sambar daal (lentil curry). A bonus is that it wasn't too heavy which meant I wasn't stuffed for the main meal, it was delectable. 

For my main dish I ordered the Chicken Tikka Karahi, with naan bread. As a group we ordered a fair amount, and as always portions of masala chips to share. The chips were finger licking good!



What I loved about the Karahi, and from what my friends commented on about their dishes too - the curries were not oily, or too spicy. Neither were they bland, which I feel most Indian restaurants tend to do with their dishes due to a majority of their clientele being non-indian. The spice was just right, so you could still enjoy the dish and taste it without burning your tongue. Portion size was more than enough, I wasn't able to finish it all and took the rest home, it was that good.

For dessert, we had a Ferrero Rocher birthday cake (the only person I order cakes from, she is that good- from Sweettooth cakes in Glasgow) as it was two of my friends birthday- so I've yet to try a Balbir's dessert.

Balbir's is definitely one of my top favourite indian restaurants in Glasgow just now, serving delicious food with excellent service it's definitely one to check out. I've been a few times now and I plan on visiting it again!

S.K.

Thursday 28 July 2016

Closure.


The whispers will always linger in your mind. They will lurk, seep and haunt you until you are ready to accept them as life's constant background hum. Closure is a funny concept. It refers to the void you were left with being filled, the ache in your being vanishing, the nostalgia being replaced with an exhilaration you feel with someone new.

Yet, those memories exist because they happened. One cannot simply cast them aside as if the moments did not occur, on certain days at certain times. So how does this notion of closure come into effect? Those of us who are frantically searching for it, do we even know in what form it comes in? If it was tangible, I would crush it in my hands just to see how it would feel.

The textbook meaning behind closure is of moving on and no longer wallowing in self pity. Getting over it and finding peace. I suppose it's a nice idea, the passage of time can be viewed as a catalyst... it will forever be a foreign fantasy in my eyes however. The face of hysteria turns towards you every night, as you lay your head down to close yourself off from the world that claims you.

Closure isn't something that will just happen. It may be that the idea of it exists just for others to advise you with. For the sake of giving another individual importance or validity in their words of comfort to you. It may never happen. It could be, that this rhythmic process of finding it - IS the closure in itself.

You take baby steps, every day after you realise all hope is gone. Are those steps not helping you progress to the next stage in your life, where you may allow dust to gather on memories? Those specific memories, you know- the ones you wish you could look back on with whom you made them with. You can't just erase them. They happened so therefore, they can be revisited again - how you visit them and how often then comes into question.


You can accept the circumstances of the situation that shot you into your exasperation, but that doesn't mean you must forget everything that brought you here. The truth is darling, there is no real closure. If gaining it means you can view the world through rose tinted spectacles again, you can keep it.

Behold this myth so wonderfully ambiguous, so beautifully complicated. Where does it end, or must we carry on in its exuberance. For what I ask? To be brought to a standstill with simplistic dreams, to forget what you have learnt in this experience. Do you not wholly understand the risk that you are taking?

You clutch on to a sense of clarity. You succumb in that idle second. You end up leaving the door slightly ajar, you allow the eerie chill in. You, my dear, leave your wounds exposed.

Maybe you were meant to stay broken - and just maybe, that isn't meant to be a bad thing.

S.K.



Saturday 21 May 2016

Morocco, Marrakech.
Marrakech - has always been a dream of mine to visit. I am drawn towards places steeped in history, culture, beauty and hospitality - Morocco did not disappoint.

My friend and I stayed in Marrakech for a week, so here is a breakdown of the main things to do.

Day 1 - LE JARDIN MAJORELLE - YSL GARDENS


We stayed at Almas Hotel upon recommendation. The rooftop pool with the sun beating scorchingly down, was used every morning, I loved it. The hotel was situated in the most ideal location, smack bang central Marrakech in a place called Guilez. It meant being 10/20 minutes walking distance from just about everything from Menara Mall, YSL Gardens to Jamaa El Fna.

We headed to Le Jardin Majorelle, also known as YSL Gardens and decided to walk as it was only 15 minutes from our hotel. This was a stunning highlight of our trip. In the 1960s Marrakech had a sudden influx of creatives ranging from photographers, artists and writers. Amongst the many creatives was the late Yves Saint Laurent. The garden itself was designed and created by Jacques Majorelle, and Yves Saint Laurent bought over and owned the property until he died. His ashes have now been scattered at his memorial within the gardens.












As you walk in the cobalt blue bounces beautifully against the backdrop of magnificent cacti plants, palms and vibrant flowers. Everything just strikes out at you with an almost surreal feel to it, inviting you in to drink the detail from every angle.

We headed to Menara Mall that evening, which was a ten minute walk from the hotel. The games arcade had us feeling like big kids, we ate from the mall (chicken shawarma) but I felt like the mall itself didn't offer much shopping wise. Plenty of boutique eatery and moroccan ice cream places, and the kids area is an absolute dream for them. Otherwise I personally prefer the choice and chaos of the medina souks for shopping.

Day 2

ATLAS MOUNTAINS - this was BY FAR my favourite excursion of the trip. As soon as your plane enters Morocco you are able to see the brilliant white, snow topped Atlas Mountains. From just about anywhere in Marrakech you can look into the distance and be sure to see them. You can opt for different parts of the mountains to visit, we went for the Cascade D'Ouzoud Waterfalls hike. I fell in love with Morocco on this day, the views and scenery were outstanding.







The excursion itself makes different stops amongst the uphill roads leading to the mountains to show you a native Berber's home, drink mint tea made fresh in front of you, and to see how argan oil and other cosmetics are made from natural ingredients in the mountains. 



We headed to Le Comptoir for our evening dinner and entertainment. The food was delicious, as well as offering french cuisine they had traditional moroccan tagine on the menu. I devoured the Harissa chicken breast, made spicy - cooked with a beautiful zingy sauce (reminded me of lentil curry) on the side. Aside from that  as the night went on we sat back after an eventful day and enjoyed the extravagant belly dancers, the Comptoir Orchestra, The Gnawa Experience dancers and even more live music into the early hours of the morning.

Day 3

QUAD BIKING & CAMEL RIDING - it has to be done. These were easily booked the night before but be sure to compare prices and haggle. A little warning which my friend decided not to alert me of (as a surprise) is to ensure you don't dress in anything expensive or new when you go quad biking, you will be biking out in the dessert and be engulfed in sand by the end of it. That means sand entering every orifice of your body possible, so be prepared!



Day 4

KOUTOUBIA MOSQUE & MEDINA/SOUKS - the gorgeous historical minaret of Koutoubia Mosque has a calming effect on you as you enter its grounds. It is extremely well kept and maintained. The surprise of our visit was that we were allowed inside the minaret building itself, we walked up a man made ramp (it took around 10 minutes!) all the way to the top, which not a lot of people are allowed to do. I think we just got lucky when the Imam saw us and ushered us in! It is the largest mosque in Marrakech, and was peaceful to get away from the hustle and bustle for a little while.






After we left the mosque, we explored the surrounding old town Medina and what I would say is the real Marrakech. Noisy traffic, chaotic markets and natives trying to haggle with you over argan oil and other paraphernalia.

HAMAM - you can't visit this country without going for an infamous Moroccan Hamam at a luxurious spa. We opted for 'Le Bains De Marrakech' situated in the heart of old town Medina. What can I even say? I felt like a newborn baby afterwards, my skin was deliciously smooth, the massage got rid of every single knot I ever had and I felt so relaxed I could have slept for days. I also smelt like heaven- overall 10/10!

We enjoyed dinner and shisha that evening at the Sofitel, probably one of the best hotels/lounge areas in Marrakech. Highly recommend visiting it, it's so pretty!


Day 5

BAHIA PALACE / JAMAA EL FNA - Bahia palace is located in medina, old town Marrakech. The palace lives up to its name, which means 'brilliance.' I don't think pictures even do the exquisite architecture any justice. With vast courtyards, a beautiful two acre garden and high rise ceilings the palace captures the essence of Moroccan style with ease.


For the evening we finally headed to the long awaited Jamaa El Fna markets, and my what a place! Think Aladdin and every magical disney film to exist - twist it all into one and you get Jamaa El Fna. You enter past a line of horse drawn carriages all awaiting to whisk you away at the end of the night, to magicians, snake charmers, monkeys and stalls upon stalls of local food cooked fresh in front of you. It's huge, and I would always recommend going in groups if you are going in the night time.

From live fire acts to being called Miss India everywhere we turned ("NO, we are from SCOTLAND!") this was a brilliant way to immerse yourself into the city's culture. We bought all our souvenirs from Jamaa, the markets are really cheap and you can haggle to your hearts content and walk away with many bargains.


Say hi to my little friend, my heart broke knowing I couldn't take that wretched leash off him and bring him home!

NOTE: If you want pictures with monkeys or snake charmers, or any of the shows/actors/performers within the markets ALWAYS set a price first then proceed to take the picture. If not, you will likely be stuck haggling a higher price than normal and you cannot walk away without paying either!

We had a late dinner that night at a restaurant called Jad Mahal, super fine dining with entertainment all night. If you love Thai food, this is the place for you. The restaurant itself was very luxurious. Portions are small (predictably for a pricey restaurant) but my Thai green curry was cooked to perfection.

Day 6

CHEZ ALI -

During the day, we decided to return to Jamaa El Fna to buy our souvenirs as we had a better idea of what was there and prices etc. We were able to relax and walk around at ease in comparison to night time when it was hectic and swarming with people. We also took a picture with a snake!


For our last evening we decided to book up with our hotel to go to Chez Ali Fantasia. This is a dinner and horse riding show which was worth every penny. You are seated in beautiful tent areas for a full moroccan dinner which includes: Hariri soup, Mechoui (Lamb tagine/on spit), Couscous, Moroccan Patisserie, fresh fruit platters and mint tea. The servings are extremely generous.


Whilst you eat, different Berber singers and entertainment make the rounds in all the tents. You then head outside into the seating arena with another 250/300 people and watch a spectacular horse-riding show, belly dancing, charging horsemen firing traditional guns, acrobatics, flying carpet and to conclude with a magnificent fireworks display. It was a perfect ending to our last night in Kech. You can see more in the video below!

Day 7

Our flight was in the evening and so we lounged in our hotel, had a few mocktails, stayed poolside and became sad upon leaving such a beautiful and friendly city! I will definitely be back, until next time Kech, you were so good to me.

S.K.

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