In addition to my series on the East Coast Trail, I’ve also been writing about the Rockcut Trail, both located in Newfoundland. For those new to my blog, I grew up in Newfoundland and spent the first 23 years of my life there. I’ve explored most of the 300km long East Coast Trail by section hiking (I just have 3 left) from St. John’s, where my parents live. My Nan lives in Twillingate, which is a beautiful island on the central north part of the (big) island. It’s accessible by causeway and is popular among tourists for whale watching and iceberg hunting. They recently re-branded all the trails on Twillingate Island as the Rockcut Trail and have been improving them, so I’ve been trying to hike them all. See my other posts on Little Harbour and Top of Twillingate.
In Summer 2024, I visited with my sister, Emily, and my friend Brandon, who came all the way from BC to explore Newfoundland! Our biggest priority was to go fishing (which we were able to do twice) and visit with Nan, but we managed to find a bit of time to hike Codjacks Cove. This trail is located on the northeast side of the South Island and leaves out of Durrell. Drive down Horwood Lane to find a small parking lot. The road continues on from there, so if you take the left branch (the right branch goes to the dump), you can drive a bit further, but it was a nice day, so we just walked it.
Once you hit the coast, there’s a wooden staircase that heads down to Codjacks Cove and you can hang out on the beach. There is a single tent pad at the back of the beach that is newly installed if you feel like camping out! The trail is an out-and-back, so we skipped the beach on the way in and continued along the trail. The trail goes through the woods and along the rocky coastline of Gunning Head, with beautiful ocean views wherever you look! The trail supposedly continues all the way on the Little Harbour, as they’ve been working to connect all the trails into one longer thru-hike, but we just hiked for ~3km before turning around and heading back, since we only had one car.
We had a beautiful day for it, though it was windy of course! We stopped into the beach on the way back and I went for a little skinny dip by myself because Emily and Brandon were too chicken to participate! Well, Brandon was too chicken, Emily just didn’t want to. Like every trail on the island, it’s very beautiful. They’re all pretty similar, so you really can’t choose wrong. You can read more about the other sections of the Rockcut Trail on their website. I only have one section of trail left to explore in Purcell’s Harbour, but it’s been many years since I’ve done some of the other sections, so I plan to re-do them before writing about them. Twillingate is really special to my entire family and I feel lucky to call a little slice of this island home.
I paused my posts about my trip to Portugal and Morocco to post about some summer backpacking trips, but it’s time to get back to the Morocco part of my holiday in June! After a week in the Azores, we kicked off the second part of our trip, a week in Marrakech. This was my pick for the trip. I’ve wanted to go to Morocco for a while because it seems quite different than anywhere else I’ve ever been, so we decided to spend a few days in Marrakech and the nearby attractions. Morocco could easily have been a whole trip on its own, but we just did a little taster.
Unfortunately, it was a long day getting there. We left the Azores in the morning and then had a long time at the Lisbon airport before our flight left for Marrakech. We flew with Easyjet and they only run a few flights a week, so it was cheap, but it didn’t leave until evening and ended up being delayed several hours.
I’ll admit I started to feel a little bit weary waiting for our flight. I realized that it was my first time travelling to an Islamic country and we had not packed the appropriate clothing. While waiting for our flight, we read that it’s polite for women to cover their shoulders and avoid short skirts and shorts. It ended up being a bit of a moot point because most of the tourists walked around dressed however they pleased (which is honestly fine), but we didn’t want to attract attention as two women. So I wasn’t quite sure what to expect and we seemed to be the only group of women on the plane.
It all ended up being totally fine. For the most part, we felt safe in Marrakech. I was expecting to witness some petty street crime, such as purse or phone snatching, but we didn’t see any. We did keep our shoulders covered and tried to wear dresses that went to at least our knees, but we didn’t get many comments aside from the odd marriage proposal (which I experience when I lived in Malawi as well). The only thing I didn’t like was the location of our riad.
We arrived in Marrakech pretty late. Our riad sent a car for us, but it was after midnight when we arrived. We stayed in the medina, which is the central part of the old city of Marrakech. The old city is walled and dates back to the 11th century, while the new city is a lot like any other city you’ve been to. The medina is quite chaotic in the daytime, with lots of vendors and tourists, but at night it’s pretty quiet. The medina is filled with riads, which are small hotels with a series of rooms centered around a small garden courtyard. Our riad was central, but it was down a side street and required walking through a few narrow alleys. We didn’t have any incidents, but as two solo females, I would definitely be more cognizant to book directly on a main road in the future.
We immediately went to bed and slept in on our first day in the city. The breakfast from the riad was excellent and we ate it around the small pool in the courtyard. The riad has lots of outdoor space and a little rooftop lounge, so it was a nice place to hang out after dark.
One of the things that immediately surprised us about Morocco was the language. Moroccans speak a lot of languages. I knew that Arabic was the official language and most people speak Moroccan Arabic, also known as Darija. What I didn’t know is that a lot of Moroccans also speak French due to the period of French colonial rule between 1912 and 1956. On top of that, a lot of people also speak English, as well as some form of Moroccan Berber. We were able to get by mostly with English, but it was really nice to have our French to fall back on for a change.
Our main plan for our first day was to go on a walking tour and to find some cash. Our walking tour met at Koutoubia Mosque, which is one of the most central places in the city. By law, none of the buildings in the city can be taller than the mosque, so you can see it from pretty much everywhere. Like the city, the mosque is over almost 1000 years old, though it has been rebuilt several times and sustained damage in Morocco’s most recent earthquake in the Fall of 2023. It only recently re-opened, but we couldn’t enter as it’s used strictly for prayer.
Our guide took us around to many of the central attractions, including some of the many souks. A souk is basically a market and there are all kinds of them all over the city. There’s meat markets, spice markets, and textile markets. We walked through the Kasbah and the Jewish Quarter, and past the Bahia Palace, which we later re-visited. One of the most well known attractions is the Jemaa el-Fnaa market, which is basically a huge square in the medina for commerce, and is recognized as a UNESCO world heritage site. In the day, it seemed to be mostly fruit drink vendors, but it expands a lot in the evening with small restaurants and performers.
I seem to have had bad luck with money this year, because after a very challenging time finding cash in Argentina, we had similar bad luck in Morocco. Similar to Argentina, it’s not possible to get Moroccan currency (the dirham) in advance of your trip. But unlike Argentina, this is because it’s a closed currency, rather than a volatile one. There’s not the same problems with conversion rates, but some of the banks do charge hefty transaction fees. We read that the only bank that doesn’t is Al-Farid Bank, so we were keen to find an ATM.
We did exchange a little bit of money in the airport to tide us over. There is an al-farid bank right in Jemaa el-Fnaa, but we were dismayed to discover that one of the ATMs was out of cash (it was a Sunday), and the other was rejecting transactions. I was even more pissed to discover when I got home that the bank charged me for 2 cash withdrawal transactions, even though the ATM never dispensed any money. We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around through the market, but not purchasing anything, until we finally found another ATM and were able to put our money woes to rest.
Shopping in the medina is definitely an experience. If you’re going to shop there, you have to haggle, and it can be a bit of an overwhelming process. I used to haggle in Malawi all the time, but I was a poor student back then. I’ve gotten more and more uncomfortable with it the older I’ve gotten and the more financially secure I’ve become. It seems stupid to haggle with someone over $1 or $2, when it will really make no difference to me in the long run, and potentially make their lives easier.
But you can’t be a pushover in Morocco. The gulf between an item’s starting price and its worth is quite large. We read that whatever someone starts with, you should aim to pay half, and therefore you need to go down to a third of the price with your first counteroffer. This seemed somewhat accurate to our experiences, although we weren’t great at negotiating the price in half and generally ended up somewhere closer to 60-70%. It just feels so insulting to try and negotiate the price down so low, and the vendors always act insulted too. It’s all part of the dance, but it’s exhausting. Definitely don’t ask someone the price of something unless you’re ready to barter, because once you express interest in purchasing, the vendors are relentless.
Our very first experience was probably the worst, the seller was extremely pushy, and we worried the whole experience would be that way, but fortunately most vendors would back off after some light negotiation if you want to walk away. The most useful advice I read is to never buy something if it doesn’t feel right. It’s easy to get pressured into a sale once you start to engage, but it’s still your choice and you can always choose to walk away. You don’t owe anyone anything.
While Jemaa el-Fnaa is a central location, the entire medina and beyond seem to be one big market, broken into smaller souks. We spent a lot of time in Souk Semmarine, which is the textile market, but also explored down towards the Bahia Palace. We didn’t buy much on our first day, but we scoped out what we were interested in. Later in the trip, we ended up each buying a purse, I got some pants, and we both got a lot of knick knacks, like painted dishware. Some things were weirdly expensive (likely we got the white person rate), while other things were really cheap.
We picked a nice rooftop restaurant for lunch and had probably the best meal of the trip. The food in Morocco is delicious and extremely flavourful, although it does get a bit repetitive after a while. The most common dish is Tajine, which is basically different types of meat, and sometimes vegetable or egg, cooked in stoneware. Meat kebabs were also popular and it was pretty easy to eat vegetarian if you wanted, but the meals seemed to be either very meat heavy, or have no meat at all. At this restaurant, I had a chicken tajine where the chicken was cooked with caramelized onion, fig, pear, walnuts, cinnamon, and it was sooo yummy.
The timing of our trip, during the first week of June, was definitely not ideal from a weather perspective. Morocco is in the desert, so it receives little rain, but it gets really hot in the summer. It wasn’t as hot as it would get, but it was still mid 30’s most days, so I would definitely recommend going a bit earlier in the Spring. Most days, we returned to the riad in the late afternoon for a dip in the pool to cool down before dinner.
I think I’ll end the post here for now as I’ve covered a lot of information about the city. After the first day, we did a few day trips outside the city, so check back for that!
Continuing on from Part I and Part II, on Day 4, we had a big hike up and over Deer Pass to access the southern part of the park. It has been relatively cool in previous days, but the weather was starting to get hotter. We got up early to say goodbye to Siwash Meadows. Fortunately, we didn’t see any bears while we were staying in the meadow, but I did see 2 deer. On the first morning, I saw a doe staring at me while I made breakfast, and on the second morning, I saw a buck prancing through the meadow! Brandon wasn’t lucky enough to see either, but being at the base of Deer Pass did live up to its name.
The day started with a river crossing. Once you cross over from the meadow, you start a pretty steep climb up through the trees. We ran into our mountain biker friends again when they passed us on the trail (the first rider got spooked by Brandon and thought he was a bear), otherwise, we didn’t see anyone on the trail again that day.
I didn’t mind the hike up through the woods. There’s shade and I didn’t find it too painful. Eventually you pop out in the sub-alpine and continuing climbing until you get into the real alpine. We stopped for a break to take advantage of the shade, since the rest of the pass is extremely exposed. Deer Pass is much more rugged than Lorna Pass. Lorna Pass was a gentle uphill over established trail, while Deer Pass had a lot more switchbacks and exposure to steep run-out zones. There was one part of the trail that was a little confusing because there seems to be have been a small slide that covered the trail and we had to navigate across it.
We were much slower hiking up Deer Pass. In some ways, it’s more scenic. The summit is much more rugged and there’s a gorgeous meadow down in the valley, but you also feel much more exposed. We had to layer up because it started to get really windy and we crawled up some of the steeper sections. But I still really enjoyed it! I think I liked Lorna Pass a little better than Deer Pass, but both are really striking sections of the trail. I love being in the alpine and it felt really rewarding after a lot of forest walking!
Eventually we reached the top of the pass and it’s an incredible feeling crossing over to the other side. The Chilcotin mountains are quite barren and eroded, but when you summit the pass, you can see a whole new mountain range in the distance. They are more characteristic of the rest of the mountains in southwest BC, in that they are less eroded and have glaciers and snow-capped peaks year round.
There’s a little tarn at the top of the summit, which supposedly can be used as a campsite, but it’s extremely windy and exposed up there, so I wouldn’t recommend it. We sheltered behind some bushes to eat lunch, but it was pretty chilly and we put extra layers on for the descent. The descent is a lot more like Lorna Pass, it’s a gradual downhill through the meadows, with a gorgeous creek flowing through it. I’m sure the mountain bikers bombed down a lot faster than we did, but we definitely enjoyed the scenery more!
You stay in the alpine for a few kilometres before returning to the trees. The hike gets really steep again and we climbed down through the trees for what felt like forever, but was in reality, only a few kilometres. Once you reach return to the valley, it’s a short walk to the first of several lakes. All of the lakes have established campsites, and we planned to stop at the first one, Trigger Lake, for the evening. In total, we only hiked 12km, but it took us most of the day.
Trigger Lake is really beautiful and a deep blue colour. Unfortunately, it’s located right in the middle of a river delta. We were the only people at the campsite again, but at least this one had an outhouse, bear cache, and picnic table. We decided to take turns bathing in the lake. There’s no beach and the ground looked pretty muddy, but I found a small rocky section that I thought looked okay.
I knew it would be cold, so I decided to enter the lake at a run, which was a mistake. It turns out, the rocks almost immediately transitions to mud and before I could stop, I was knee deep in it! I more or less collapsed into the water to get my feet out of the mud, but it was hard to bathe while treading water. I eventually went back to shore and almost got stuck in the mud again while walking in. It was so gross; I can still feel the phantom plant life clinging to my toes!
So I would NOT recommend Trigger Lake for swimming. I got an inreach message from Seth, letting me know that the Northern Lights might be visible over the next two nights. I had a look for them when I got up to pee overnight, but I was so exhausted, I didn’t really look too hard. Like with my last post, I have so many photos from this section of the trail, so here’s a few more of my favourites! Continue on for Part IV.
