The advertisements for my riad included excursions available in and around Marrakech. One of these excursions included a trip to Ourika Valley. I paid twenty-five dollars to the manager of the riad and they scheduled a driver to pick me up on Thursday morning for the all-day trip.
A man arrived at my riad promptly at 9:00 a.m. He took me on his motorbike to an alley where another gentleman placed me in a taxi. From there we drove to the plaza where tour buses were lined up for the trek to the Ourika Valley and its waterfalls. Continue reading
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