So everybody I know told me that I had to visit a typically middle eastern bath house when I went to Marrakech. My own mother described her experience as: 'so cleansing. I came away feeling like somebody had just ripped my skin off'. You can see where I get my poetic talents from. The first morning we were in Morocco we were woken by the call of the Muezzin, or to phrase it better, the calls of about 50 muezzins. It was a beautiful dawn call, and one that I mi...

There comes a time in everybody's life where you come to the conclusion that you really need to cook a damn good tagine. And on the morning ofthe 11th January 2011 I realised that today was the day. We handed over our money, a snip at about £15 each, or so we though, and began a three hour long process of learning how to develop a tagine to moroccan perfection. We cut up onions and threw in spices in the cramped back kitchen of the riad. Four children stood si...

'£50 for a flight to Marrakech!' My boyfriend Sam shouted up the stairs. Having just earned £150 for a few days of last minute emergency christmas waitressing I yelled back down: 'Book it!' I had wanted to go to Marrakech ever since I had heard that you could pick up glasses of fresh orange juice for the equivalent of about 30p. Travelling for me is tasting, smelling and cooking: every country I head to I pick up a cook-book or try to take a class and learn ...