Sleeping overnight on the bus from Fes and napping at Marrakech’s bus station, I was there for the afternoon awaiting my flight to Barcelona en route to London. Surprisingly, Marrakech was much less of a hassle compared to Fes. The Medina was huge and the famous Djemaa el-Fna lived up to its hype. But in all honesty, I was ready to leave and make my way back to London. By this point, I was pretty exhausted.