Many first time visitors will arrive at the central square, Jeema El Fna, and immediately experience the chaotic hustle and bustle of Marrakech, day or night.
Forty five degree heat and a skinny white bloke, who had barely experienced the non western world before, were not the two best things to be travelling in or with here. Arriving just across from Jeema El Fna was the best we could manage in navigating to the centre after losing our battle with a airport taxi tout.
Our suitcases were super heavy, the sweat was pouring and the dust was getting everywhere. What sticks in my mind, from that first visit to Marrakech, most, is just how much worse it became as the week wore on.