Riad Elizabeth, Marrakech
Tucked away down a quiet side road in the centre of old school Marrakech lies the modern Riad Elizabeth. Decked to the halls in a stunning monochrome interior, the riad provides a startling juxtaposition to the rest of the deep oranged city-and had us completely smitten upon first sight.

Why this one? Once we’d settled on visiting Marrakech, next came the impossible task of choosing a riad. We wanted a true Moroccan experience (thus, opting to stay clear of a plush resort) and after examining the offerings on Trip Advisor, we settled for Riad Elizabeth.

A sneaky peek into the centre of the riad
Although we were both yearning for something authentic, we also find it near enough impossible to say no to anything that’s modern, eclectic and quirky. Any hotel that can offer us a slice of contemporary living will always get our vote, and we knew we’d get that at Riad Elizabeth. The mini boutique joint is also owned by a British couple, John and Elizabeth, and so we knew they’d be able to give us some sound advice from a British tourist’s perspective.
Tip It’s definitely worth sizing up the riads in Marrakech on Trip Advisor, as there are hundreds in city alone. We knew we were in safe hands as Riad Elizabeth has the sort after perfect score, 5/5!

The Trip Advisor awards, pride of place in the lobby
Location: The Riad is located within a fifteen minute hop, skip and a jump away from the main Medina- Djemaa El-Fna, and a twenty minute drive away from Marrakech airport. If you’re looking to explore all of what the souks have to offer, then an easily directed, five minute walk is in store. The Medina however is further along the path, as long as you don’t get lost first! (Lucky the team at RE had this covered, and they gave us a map to help us along our way.)

Riad Elizabeth’s lovely roof terrace in the late afternoon…
Nice touches: We loved RE’s roof terrace, where we found ourselves catching the rays of an afternoon, and each morning for breakfast. It facilitated as the perfect little getaway from the hustle and bustle of the Medina. The riad also has a small pool on the lower ground level, free wifi and an honesty bar loaded with cold drinks.
We loved the interior of our room- the ‘Francesca’, too. Gotta love the black and white detailing (and the quirky fish sink was a real winner!).

Food: One of the things I loved about Morocco was the gorgeous food, and RE’s was no exception! On the first night we had a three course banquet- the main dish being chicken with cous cous, which was delicious.
Our favourite meal however was the one we cooked ourselves with the riad’s chef Barhija in our cookery lesson, which we took on our third day in the city. We could choose the meat/meal we wanted (we opted for lamb) and, whilst Samira (the riad’s manager) translated, we prepared our meal with Barhija’s guidance. We started cooking at 4:30pm and ate at about 8pm, and the lamb was amongst some of the best I’ve ever tasted- it was so unbelievably tender. The cookery lesson was a real ‘go the extra mile’ touch, and we had loads of fun!

Getting stuck in to the cookery lesson…
Our Moroccan breakfasts were yummy too, and the room/breakfast option proved incredibly good value. We had a selection of fresh fruit, bread, Moroccan pancakes and yoghurts followed by a hot dish which changed daily- I loved the onion savory pancakes we had one morning; they tasted like a crispier onion bhaji!

Best bits? The one thing which we thought made the trip extra special was the riads wonderful staff. Samira, RE’s manager, took us under our wing straight away and gave us some invaluable advice as to where we should visit in Marrakech. She booked us a fantastic half day tour up to the Atlas Mountains, took us part of the way to the Medina and even gave us her number just in case we ever got lost in the souks! John and Elizabeth dished out some fantastic advice too- we loved our meal in the Grand Café de la Poste (Elizabeth’s suggestion) on our last night.
Any negatives? My traveller instincts hate me for saying this but as I mentioned in our video, we would’ve liked to have had a TV in our room. To avoid the scorching midday heat we found ourselves popping back to the room to recharge, and it would’ve been nice to have something to watch in our spare time. We did however enjoy using the wifi during these down times, especially so we could tune in to Twitter and Instagram, but its strength did seem to come and go.
It’s also worth noting that our room, the ‘Francesca’, didn’t have a window so we relied on artificial lighting. Think most riads in Marrakech are the same due to their layouts and we became accustomed to it pretty quickly- but I know some people may not be so keen.

Samira- Riad Elizabeth’s lovely manager, and I
Overall: We absolutely loved our stay in Riad Elizabeth, and we truly believe that the highlights of our trip were down to the recommendations that Samira, Elizabeth and John gave us over our three night stay. Fantastic service in a beautiful riad; a massive thumbs up!
If you’d like to find out more about Riad Elizabeth, head over to their website here.
Marrakech doesn’t half pack a punch
Utterly naïve, I waltzed straight into the boarding gate last weekend without a care in the world. I was as blind as a bat- minimal prior reading had illuminated little expectation, and weirdly I thought I was ready for all that Morocco had to throw at me…
It’s easy to forget that Marrakech, one of Morocco’s biggest cities- is in Africa, the poorest and most undeveloped continent in the world. We flew over in one of those bright, brash orange planes (you know the one) and our 3 hour flight cost us £160 each. I was excited at the prospect of basking/generally cooking in 35 degree heat, whilst having a splash of culture injected back into my life for the weekend. Stupidly, I didn’t really expect:
- The road traffic would consist of men charging around on donkeys, mopeds, horse and cart, 4 x 4s and the old classic Fords from the 80’s. (Had I boarded a time machine, or an aeroplane?!)
- That two halves of one place- ie, new and old town Marrakech, could give the in famous ‘chalk and cheese’ a run for their money.
- Somewhere I’d paid to visit as a short, weekend break could be SO different. In three hours, my world changed completely.
I’d grant myself as a tough cookie. I may whimper at the road side when unpredictable traffic skims my nose, but I’m no scaredy cat and a clash of culture wouldn’t usually shock me. When you’re on the road it becomes part of your nature to expect the unexpected, but something about Marrakech hit me hard, knocked me out and lobbed me on to another planet. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so philosophical in my life, and never have I questioned so much in so little time.

The back end of the Medina, Djemaa El-Fna

That stuff really does get everywhere…
We got lost at every twist and turn; each sanded corridor posing as a twin of our previous path. My pale skin whimpered in the flustering, dry heat. We saw women and children sitting solitary on the roadside. Young kids, laughing and playing on the busy road at 10pm. Meat sitting on the side, being fanned by it’s enthusiastic seller with a limp palm leaf. Snakes being wrapped around gloating tourist throats, boasting at their present triumph to anybody who would listen. The Medina buzzing with sounds, smells and attitude.
Then, when we left the mad Marrakech and entered the realm of the Atlas Mountains, everything changed. We headed to a Berber village (post on that little adventure to follow) and never had I seen a group of people so content with having so little. They lived off the land in amongst their family unit, and they treated us ‘westerners’ with such dignity.

A first look at our time in the Berber village…

Some of beautiful scenery around the Ourika Valley in the Atlas Mountains
The weekend really made me sit back and look at my life. I’ve never felt so grateful to get back into my car and drive along a road with actual lanes. I’d started to take my life, job and security for granted; I came back from Asia with that zest and positivity but as usual, gratitude started to lax and I hate that.
I’ve never sat back on a holiday and thought about how and why I was there, and Marrakech made me do that. Perhaps it was the shock of seeing the Moroccans different way to life- particularly as I have no experience of living in an Islamic country. Either way I don’t think I’ll book a trip quite so lightly again and without a doubt, my trip to Morocco was one of the biggest eye openers in my life so far.

I’ll be documenting what I got up to, where we stayed and what we ate over the next couple of weeks….
It All Starts Again…
For the past few months I’ve been an absolute nightmare. Asia seemed to quench my travelling thirst for all of about two weeks, and before I knew it I was back to my normal- writing about destination after destination, and hearing about ‘what an amazing time’ everybody was having here, there and everywhere. I love hearing about other people’s adventures don’t get me wrong, but it doesn’t half make you get itchy feet!
I knew I only had a three month countdown between Tokyo and Marrakech, so I’ve been resembling one of those incredibly annoying ticking clocks since January. If I didn’t love my job it would’ve been torturous, but luckily for me ‘10 weeks to go!’ didn’t feel like that much of a burden. I’ve been pretty busy booking my life away too- we’re on the five week countdown for our weekend in Brussels, and at the seven week margin for Dubai- and I’m not going to lie, having three trips at my peril feels absolutely GREAT (…my bank balance however, corr blimey!)
Marrakech
We’d actually decided on booking Marrakech whilst we were in Borneo (it never ends!) and on Saturday afternoon we’ll be jetting off to Morocco to see what the buzzin’ Marrakech has to offer. We’re going to morph into Moroccans for four days; I’m hoping I’ll come back to the UK full to the brim of enthusiasm for somewhere new.
We’re staying in the beautiful Riad Elizabeth, and I’m already anticipating the amount of tagine I’m going to scoff (aka, an Atlas mountain’s worth). According to BBC Weather it’s going to hit 40c on Saturday, so I fear I may come back resembling a shriveled prune. Experimental results of that one to follow…
I’ll be on board the usual filming/Instagraming/tweeting bandwagon during my time away, and blog posts will follow upon my return. To tell you the truth I cannot WAIT to put my travelling hat back on. I’ve missed it so.
See you on the other side!
Shangri La Rasa Ria, Borneo
I’ve been sitting here for weeks trying to figure out how I’m going to write this poxy review. Usually words flow out of my fingers (I can never shut them up!); this time round I’ve been practically strangling them in the hope of a spell of fluency. Borneo, our second stop on our Asian adventure, was the highlight of our trip and understandably, I’ve been wanting to do the place justice. And two months later, on this (practically) sub-zero Easter weekend, I thought it was about time that I squeezed said fingers and had a crack at reviewing this incredibly special place- the Shangri La Rasa Ria. (For those who missed my original post on the Rasa Ria nature reserve- swing by orangutan style here).

Told you, they’re the king of the swing!
We made our way over to Kota Kinabalu on an Air Asia flight from Hong Kong. We were buzzin’- we’d loved the city and were stupidly excited at the thought of swanning around the beautiful Borneo for five days- especially as it posed such a staggering contrast to that of our former metropolis digs. (It’s all about the variety, y’all!).
We spent our first night in the town of Kota Kinabalu- a small, reasonably undeveloped location which stands as Borneo’s hub and only major city. It was quiet but a little murky, welcoming yet bleak, and after spending four days rushing around Hong Kong, we decided to take it slow and visit Center Point Sabah (a shopping mall) before kicking back with a Pizza Hut and a movie night in Hotel63. Not exactly cultural, but exactly what we needed to recharge our batteries.
The next day the accommodating staff at Hotel63 booked us a cheap and cheerful transfer over to the Shangri La. For a fifty minute taxi drive along the seafront, a motorway and then a weave through somewhat thicker foliage we paid around £25 (bargain)- and then we pulled up to the grand, open Shangri La lobby. A period of hysteria followed, and once we’d realised where we *actually were*, we were given a glass of fruit punch and a damp towel- and were checked in from the comfort of the lobby’s luxurious sofa area. (Standing up at check in? NAH…)

Our bags were taken, and we were given a pager to let us know when our room would be available. We’d arrived at 9:30am- the rooms are usually ready at 2pm and we got ours at 11am! Full marks for the enthusiasm, RR! That hour and a half gave us the perfect opportunity to explore the hotel’s grounds too…

Rooms: Once our pager had sounded the alarm, we were shown to our room by one of the attendants from reception. We loved our new space- it was split level with the beds forming the centre stage whilst the living area, made up of a massive sofa sat at the bottom, had the killer view. The bathroom was roomy, the beds were extremely comfy and the air con was SPOT ON (it was 35c outside so anything above 20c in the room was not deemed acceptable/was against the law).

Our Deluxe Garden View Room. We were on the third floor and the view was jaw droppingly good!
Food: The Rasa Ria boasts countless foodie options, and as the hotel is quite isolated, it’s obvious that you’re going to have to nosh on site. We made a conscious decision to try as many different restaurants as possible, and all of the food we sampled on site was fantastic. Our first port of call was The Coffee Terrace- a laid back, open plan sort of place which became a favourite of ours. I had a Malaysian curry and fried noodles on my two turns in the restaurant (both delicious). It became our regular lunch spot, and all of the meals ranged between £7.50-12. Can’t exactly fault the view either…

The view out from our spot in the Coffee Terrace

The Malaysian curry in the Coffee Terrace
We ate in Naan, the RR’s resident curry house on our first evening. We both had a main curry dish each, rice and a naan for around £12 each (again, great value as we were both stuffed!). The next night we tried our luck at the Japanese Teppan Yaki -we had Sukiyaki, which unfortunately wasn’t really very ‘us’. Cool experience though- and that meal only set us back about a tenner each.

We had one of our favourites meals of the trip on our last night, in the Tepi Laut which hosted a variety of Malaysian, Indian and Thai foods. As I’m a mosquito magnet and the TL is as ‘al fresco dining’ as al fresco could ever get, we’d avoided the joint for the whole trip- until we finally decided to take the plunge. The buffet cost around £23 each and was fulfilling, fresh and SO yum, and the best part- wasn’t bitten once! Sand flies/mossies 0- Laura- 1! We also sampled some of the snacks in the Internet Café (chocolate muffin and iced coffee? NICE)- and it was great to ditch the laptop for an hour and use an actual Apple Mac rather than a pesky laptop! (It’s the little things, right?)
Activities: The main selling point of the Rasa Ria is their stunning nature reserve, which was situated within a five minute walk of our room. If you want to hear bucket loads of praise, admiration and darn right loyal cheerleading about said location, then you can catch up with that one here.
Apart from our time in the reserve we did try our hand at a couple of watersports- I kayaked and (attempted to) surf, both free of charge- and there were jet skis on offer for those who felt a bit more adventurous. Us? We just wanted to lay by the pool when we weren’t in the thick of the rainforest! Happy Hour from 4pm-5pm was a real hit; one late afternoon we just chilled out, watched the sun go down and supped on our fruit punch (now that’s what I call a vacation!). The beach was phenomenal too- it seemed to stretch on for miles and it was always deserted.


Negatives? Being so far away from anywhere else did mean that apart from outside excursions (‘Fancy climbing a mountain? A river trip?’) then you were on the resort 100% of the time. I liked this as I loved the hotel and we’d spent days exploring Hong Kong from top to bottom, but realise that it probably wouldn’t suit a few. It’s also classed as one of those ‘very mild’ Malaria zones, so although all of the other British guests we spoke to hadn’t chosen to take Malaria tablets, we did.

David’s iPhone captured the sunset from our room perfectly!
Verdict? If you want more than just a bog standard beach break, then head to the Rasa Ria. In four days we were within feet of orangutans, sampled gorgeous Malaysian food, trekked through a rainforest and supped cocktails on the whitest of white sand. I wanted adventure with a dash of relaxation, and we certainly got that; perfect few days in a beautiful resort!
If you’d like to find out more about the Shangri La Rasa Ria, you can over on Shangri La’s website and on the ever reliable Trip Advisor.
June trip? BOOKED.
I always get myself in a right pickle when it comes to picking my next ‘big’ trip. I save up, put money aside and then have the impossible choice of plucking a country out of thin air whilst proudly announcing: ‘YES WORLD, I’m going here!’. I’m telling you, it’s hard shit.
A little over a month ago I was gagging to go to New York. Then the latest obsession became Peru- climbing the Inca Trail and visiting the Amazon (one day), and then I realised I didn’t actually have enough holiday to justify a South American adventure- so whittled it down to a few city breaks. That, my friends is when Dubai came into the picture…

Dubai = my first trip to the Middle East!
My parents holidayed over in Dubai last year and raved about it for weeks! It was ‘endless sunshine’ this, ‘the amazing food’ that- so I’d been toying with the idea for ages, let alone when Travelzoo (awesome travel deals website, FYI) put up a stonkin’ offer for the hotel I’ve been wanting to stay in my whole life- Atlantis, The Palm.
Couldn’t say no, could I?!
So the moral of the story is… we’re all booked. Early June, Tuesday-Saturday, half board, Emirates flights, cheekily upgraded room. Couldn’t be more stoked!
I’ve now set myself a few challenges:
- Finish up writing the second half of my Asian adventure (I need to tell you all about Borneo! aka, best place in the WORLD).
- To fill you in on how 2013 is shaping up for me, travel wise
- To actually start planning Marrakech so I don’t just swan up to our hotel’s check in and have no idea what to do in such a mind blowing place.
Pop in again soon then, yeah?