Vegan In Morocco

Places to Visit

Food

Veggie Pause in Fez: https://www.facebook.com/veggiepause

Culture Box in Fez: https://www.instagram.com/cultureboxfez/

Broc the Kasbah in Marrakech (vegan options): https://www.instagram.com/explore/locations/409826736283236/broc-the-kashba/

Useful Tips

Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/965213406882396/

Travel: https://thegetawayco.com/vegan-travel-morocco-2023/

Fun things to do in Morocco

FRUMPY LUMPY on a HUMP

They wrapped my scarf around my head, over my visor, under my neck, and over my ears until I looked like one of Ali Baba's forty thieves. And, then my camel driver pointed to the only uneasy, restless camel in the group and told me to hop on by the right side, which I did, only to fall off on the left side.

At least I was over the initial hump, or so I thought until my driver told me to hold tight and lean back because the camel was about to get up. Hold tight AND lean back? 'Hey, that's a physical impossibility for a woman with arms of challenged length?' Neither camel nor driver heard me so I lurched forward and then sprang back and then I was up in the sky with my feet dangling far away from the ground. I was not happy and apparently, neither was my camel because he turned around and snorted at me.

Sitting astride this huge animal I felt like Narakasura surely felt just before he died. I tried to strike a pose; I was going for that carefree, head thrown back, wind-swept look you see in travel brochures, but I look slumped over and pretty sad in all the photos.

We arrived at the foot of a steep dune. Everyone went trekking up but I didn't, not because I didn’t want to climb a steep dune but because I wanted to make friends with my camel and get some selfies with him.

Because I stayed back, I was witness to some suspicious Bedouin exchanges - they were definitely scolding me in their language but also exchanging and swallowing these tiny lozenges. Do they have any Cameling Under the Influence checkpoints, I wondered.

In the meantime, my camel had gone to sleep and so it noisily declared its rude awakening. As it thumped its way back down the dunes, I regretted becoming a lighter weight. With every camel step, I would bounce up and off the saddle and hope to fall back on the seat and not fall off. To keep the peace and to keep my camel awake I recited all these rhyming words - Humpty Dumpty, Hrrumph, dump, bump, lumpy lump, clump, Jump (van Halen), Pumped (up Kicks), rump, Trump…

Finally, the final exercise of holding tight and leaning back: I lunged and lurched, and then with much whiplash (not the head-thrown-back look I was going for) I managed to get off my camel. I turned and patted his head 'Nice, Camel' and nearly got my hand bitten off. My camel driver apologized. He said 'It's a baby camel, you see'. Wait, WHAT?? You had me sitting on a toddler camel? A freaking tantrum-throwing, toddler camel???

That’s it!! I’ve had it!!

Fortunately for my camel and me, the last straw came in a chilled mojito at dinner!