Uncover Marrakech's Hidden Gem: Riad Shaloma Awaits!
Uncover Marrakech's Hidden Gem: Riad Shaloma Awaits! - A Frankly Flawed, Favorably Fiery Review!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups! Because I'm about to lay down the truth about Riad Shaloma in Marrakech. Forget those picture-perfect travel blogger reviews – this is the real deal, straight from someone who spent a week sweating it out, luxuriating, and occasionally wondering if they’d accidentally wandered into a Moorish soap opera.
First Impressions (and a few stumbles getting in):
The promise? A “hidden gem.” The reality? Well, it is hidden, alright. Finding the place felt like a treasure hunt designed by a mischievous gnome. Winding through the labyrinthine medina, I was convinced Google Maps had betrayed me. Finally, after what felt like an eternity (and a few strategically placed dirham for a local to guide me), I found it – a discreet, unpretentious door. The first impression? Intimate. Slightly… intimidating (in a good way, promise!).
Accessibility – A Mixed Bag (But Trying!):
Let's get the "meh" out of the way first. Riad Shaloma, bless its heart, isn’t exactly wheelchair accessible in the traditional sense. The uneven cobblestones surrounding it are a nightmare, and the riad itself has stairs. HOWEVER, they're clearly aware of accessibility issues and trying. The staff were incredibly helpful, offering assistance with luggage and generally going above and beyond to accommodate. They do have an elevator, but it's, shall we say, on the smaller side. So, if you need fully accessible accommodations, maybe give them a call first.
The Rooms – Sanctuary or Slightly Rusty Paradise? (and that WIFI!)
Okay, the rooms. My room? Ah, my room! The vibes were… intense. Think rich, earthy tones, intricate carvings, and a bed that beckoned me to nap. Now, the essentials: Air conditioning? Check. Air conditioning in public areas? Doubly check! Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! THANK THE TRAVEL GODS! Fast? Uh, sometimes. Predictable? Not really. Think of it as an on-again, off-again relationship. The hotel does offer Internet [LAN], but who's bringing a LAN cable these days, honestly? Internet services are available, though, so you're covered in a pinch. I found myself constantly refreshing and it would sometimes take forever to load youtube videos. Also, there was a time that my camera went missing somewhere and it took awhile to be found. It was a tense moment, but it was eventually found. The Wi-Fi in public areas did the job too. The other amenities like Complimentary tea, Coffee/tea maker, Hair dryer, In-room safe box, Mini bar, Refrigerator, and Satellite/cable channels were also available and put the experience, on the whole, on par.
Here's the real kicker for me: The Bathroom phone (WHAT?)! I mean, sure, it works – if you need to call from the tub. I have to admit, there's a certain… je ne sais quoi about having a phone in the bathroom.
Rambling on about the room:
- Non-smoking rooms? Yes! A godsend for a reformed smoker like yours truly.
- Bathtub? Yep. After a day in the souks, that was bliss.
- Linens? Luxurious. Clean and fresh.
- Balcony? My room had one offering a fantastic view of the Marrakech medina.
Things To Do (and the blissful, sometimes slightly weird ways to relax):
This is where Riad Shaloma truly shines. They’re not afraid to pamper you, and the Spa is a legit highlight.
The Spa: My own personal confession
I went for the Body scrub. Ladies and gentlemen, I never knew my skin could be so soft. My dead skin cells would be scrubbed so furiously. It would feel like I was being born again. I spent so much time in the Sauna, Spa/sauna, and Steamroom. The next day, I went for a massage. I didn’t get to use the Fitness center.
Food, Glorious Food (and the occasional culinary hiccup):
The food. Oh, the food. Let's start with the Breakfast! The Breakfast [buffet] was a feast. Asian breakfast wasn't on my menu. But the Western breakfast was so good, you could just stay there all day.
As for the other meals, the Restaurants in this riad, has, a A la carte in restaurant service you can use anytime. The Desserts in restaurant are just something else. The Salad in restaurant and Soup in restaurant are to die for!
I also had the Breakfast in room, and it was great!
Cleanliness and Safety – A Big Plus (and a little bit of paranoia):
Cleanliness. This is where Riad Shaloma gets top marks. The place is spotless. Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Rooms sanitized between stays: they’re taking hygiene seriously, and it shows. There's always Hand sanitizer available, which is great. Doctor/nurse on call? Peace of mind. They even had First aid kit! I felt safer here than in my own apartment.
Staff, Service, and Snippets of Shenanigans:
The staff at Riad Shaloma – bless their hearts. They were unfailingly polite, helpful, and genuinely seemed to care. The concierge was a lifesaver, arranging everything from taxi services to guided tours. The doorman was always there with a smile. Daily housekeeping? Flawless.
- Invoice provided - That's always a plus for expense reports.
- Food delivery - Always important to know if you're feeling lazy.
Final Verdict: Should You Go?
Yes. Absolutely yes. Despite my minor niggles, Riad Shaloma is a truly special place. It isn’t perfect, it’s a little bit rough around the edges, but that’s part of its charm. It's a place that feels authentic, a place that makes you happy.
My Target Audience:
- Anyone looking for an authentic Moroccan experience.
- Couples seeking a romantic getaway.
- Travelers who appreciate attention to detail and personalized service.
- People who don't mind a bit of quirkiness and imperfection.
Booking Offer - The Shameless Sell:
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- A welcome bottle of local Moroccan wine.
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P.S. Don't forget to tip the staff. They deserve it. And maybe pack a book in case you get… lost in the medina. You’ve been warned!
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this Moroccan adventure is about to get REAL. This isn't some perfectly curated Instagram feed; this is the messy, glorious truth of a trip to Riad Shaloma in Marrakech. Prepare for jet lag, bad couscous, and the soul-stirring joy of getting utterly, blissfully lost.
Riad Shaloma: Marrakech - The Unfiltered Itinerary (aka, The Diary of a Slightly Overwhelmed, Mostly Delightful Tourist)
Day 1: Arrival & The Initial "Wow" (Followed by Mild Panic)
- Morning (8:00 AM - 12:00 PM): Landed in Marrakech. The airport? A kaleidoscope of chaos. People, bags, haggling, the smell of something vaguely cinnamon-y (probably a good sign). Finding our pre-booked taxi was a minor triumph, a victory earned by pointing, flailing, and a desperate plea for “Riad Shaloma!” The drive was a blur of dust, mopeds defying gravity, and buildings the color of…well, the terracotta of Marrakech, obviously.
- Mid-day (12:00 PM - 2:00 PM): Arrived at Riad Shaloma. Okay, this is what the Instagram photos promised. A hidden oasis! The courtyard! The tiles! The fountain trickling! My jaw actually dropped. It felt…secret. Like we'd discovered something only we knew. Then the jet lag hit, a tidal wave of exhaustion. Suddenly the intricate mosaics seemed to spin slightly.
- Afternoon (2:00 PM - 5:00 PM): Lunch. Struggled with the menu. Ordered something vaguely resembling "vegetables." Ended up with a mountain of couscous. It was…fine. Edible. Definitely not the culinary revelation I was hoping for. Then I promptly spilled mint tea all over myself. Classic.
- Evening (5:00 PM - Bedtime (whenever that happens)): Exploratory wanderings (read: getting hopelessly lost) in the Medina. The souks! A sensory overload! The noise! The smells! The colors! The constant barrage of "Hey, friend! Come look! Bargain price!" My brain felt like it was short-circuiting, but in the best way possible. Bought a ridiculously oversized scarf just to try and blend in. (Spoiler alert: I did not blend in.) Ate more couscous (slightly less spill-prone this time).
Day 2: The Day of the Hammam (And My Humbling Experience)
- Morning (9:00 AM - 12:00 PM): Took the plunge and signed up for a traditional Hammam experience recommended at the Riad. This was my nemesis. I'm not a "naked in a steamy room with strangers" kind of girl. But, when in Marrakech, right? Right?
- Mid-day (12:00 PM - 2:00 PM): THE HAMMAM. The Experience. Let’s talk, shall we? First, the steam. Thick, hot, unforgiving. Then, the scrub. Imagine being vigorously exfoliated by a very strong, very efficient woman. I think she spent a good ten minutes on my back. In the end, I emerged red-cheeked, slightly bewildered, and feeling…well, cleaner than I think I've ever been. It was a strange mix of mortification and pure, unadulterated relaxation. I wouldn't say I enjoyed it entirely, but would I do it again? Probably. Maybe. Ask me when my skin stops feeling raw.
- Afternoon (2:00 PM - 5:00 PM): Wandered aimlessly, still slightly dazed. Found (and lost) a fantastic little spice shop. Bought way too much saffron (did I really need that much?). Tried haggling. Failed miserably. Paid the "tourist price." Knew it. Didn't care. The colors, the smells, the sheer vibrancy of it all was worth it.
- Evening (5:00 PM - Bedtime): Dinner at a rooftop restaurant with a view of the Atlas Mountains. Breathtaking. Seriously. The tajine was actually good this time. The mint tea? Successfully consumed without incident. (Small victories, people. Small victories.) Felt a surge of pure, unadulterated joy. This place, this crazy, chaotic, beautiful place… I was falling in love.
Day 3: The Jardin Majorelle (And The Pursuit of Serenity)
- Morning (9:00 AM - 12:00 PM): Jardin Majorelle. The blue! Oh, the blue! It took my breath away. The serenity! The almost tangible calm! It's like someone cranked up the saturation on life. Yves Saint Laurent's legacy is a haven, a breath of fresh air after the intensity of the Medina. People were a bit obsessed with taking photos, myself included. Let's be honest: the place begs for Instagram.
- Mid-day (12:00 PM - 2:00 PM): Lunch at a cafe near the Jardin. More tajine! This time, chicken! Delicious! Did discover that Moroccan bread tastes like the love child of a croissant and a cloud.
- Afternoon (2:00 PM - 5:00 PM): Got slightly lost trying to find our way back to the Riad. In the process, stumbled upon a hidden bakery. The aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries nearly made my knees buckle. Bought some, ate them on the spot, and had a moment of pure, carb-fueled bliss.
- Evening (5:00 PM - Bedtime): Fell asleep. Woke up. Ate some leftovers. Wrote this. Thinking about how I never wanted to leave.
Day 4: Departure (And A Promise To Return)
- Morning (8:00 AM - 10:00 AM): Last breakfast at the Riad. Said goodbye to the staff. The bittersweet feeling of leaving a place that had become home, even for a short time. Got a little teary-eyed. Is that embarrassing?
- Mid-day (10:00 AM - 12:00 PM): Taxi to the airport. The familiar chaos of departure. The final, wistful glance back at the city from the car window. Already planning the return trip. Already dreaming of more mint tea, more couscous, more getting lost, more adventure.
Random Observations & Thoughts:
- The cats! Everywhere! Sleek, elegant creatures lounging in the sun. They clearly run this city.
- The heat! But mostly manageable.
- The friendliness of the people (even if they're trying to sell you something).
- I miss the smell of the souks already.
- I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to eat couscous back home again. It just won’t be the same.
- The magic of Marrakech… it really does exist.
This is it. Marrakech. Riad Shaloma. It won't be perfect. There will be moments of frustration, confusion, and maybe even a bit of despair. But, there will also be moments of pure, unadulterated joy. That's what it's all about, isn't it? That’s what it's really like. And that’s why I already can’t wait to go back.
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