There’s all sorts of traffic going in and out of the souks. You have human, donkeys dragging carts, mopeds, motorcycles, rickshaws and bicycles. What I didn’t see were rollerblades, segways, skateboards or hoverboards.
In my attempt to experience Marrakesh as the locals do, to kind of blend into the everyday existence, I got a bike to venture around the winding pathways. Looking back at it, it feels like a suicidal cry for help.
For the most part, I took a leisurely ride through all the merchants until I got stuck in a crowd and had to dismount. With my camera, I was playing the part of travel photography trying to capture everyday life like I was shooting for National Geographic. Yeah, not so much. It was more trouble than it was worth. I can have easily run over a cat and then go head first into a pile of leather bags.
As I’ve mentioned to other travelers, I’ve biked in many exotic places — Tokyo Beijing, Prague, Stockholm — but refuse to do it New York. Mother fuckers will flat aim for your ass there.
Here’s what I shot in the Medina.