24/10/2024
Ouarzazate Is Where It’s At
Earlier this year, I headed to North Africa to apprentice a Morocco tour with my friend and colleague, Reid Coen of Imprint Tours. I’ll be leading this tour in October 2025; so I needed to get up to speed with the ins and outs of the itinerary and get to know our local guides and vendors.
Because I was coming from another tour I was working, I had to hop into Reid’s tour while it was already in progress.
I arrived at nearly midnight at the airport in Ouarzazate (WAHR-zah-ZAHT; Beck’s hit song“Where It’s At” always runs through my said when I say this city’s name). The Kozyhome—my lodging for the night—had a taxi ready for me (50 Moroccan Dirham or $5 USD), and by 12:30 AM, I had nestled into my rather lovely and quaint room, ready for a deep and rejuvenating sleep.
The delectable aroma of breakfast made by my host, Houssaine, awoke me. I was able to share a tasty, filling meal and delightful conversation with fellow guests who were visiting from England.
With limited time until I would meet up with my new tour group, and with several historic sites closed at the time due to recent earthquakes, I decided to just stroll the town and go where the spirit moved me.
Known as “The Door of the Desert,” Oarzazate (the city, along with its namesake province) is interwoven with centuries of trade with neighboring regions at its Kasbah of Taourirt, decades of French colonialism, and the lingering influence of the movie industry. This desert “Oallywood” has served as cinematic duplicates for Ancient Rome, Jerusalem, Macedonia, and lands from Game Of Thrones.
Along my stroll, directly across from the Kasbah, I encountered the Cinema Museum. Full of actual sets used in numerous films and television productions, this historic if humble collection made for an impressive and entertaining visit. It was equally entertaining and eerie to walk through the sets and peer at detailed costumes and props with virtually no other visitors.
Tragically, only two months after my visit, a fire tore through many of the sets during a filming shoot. The museum is now closed indefinitely. And the pictures you see in this post are some of the last taken of historical cinematic props and paraphernalia now turned to ashes.
Walking a different way back to Kozyhome, I encountered so many things that had an air of familiarity mixed with their own distinctiveness that made me feel like I was truly in Morocco: an outdoor market, a few murals featuring some well-known American actors and directors, red stops signs with Arabic lettering, cartoon characters painted on the facade of a school, and a gas station with prices in Moroccan dirham.
With the heat of the day reaching its apex, I retreated back to my lodgings to refresh myself. I prepared my belongings and got ready meet up with my new travel companions to start my official adventures through Morocco.