By Paul Nicholls
I’m Paul Nicholls, and Marrakesh was one of the most memorable trips I’ve taken as a wheelchair user. The city is a whirlwind of colours, sounds, and scents, and navigating it with wheels brings both challenges and unexpected joys.
The highlight of my stay was the Park Hyatt Marrakech. From the moment I arrived, I felt the difference. Wide pathways, smooth ramps, and spacious rooms made moving around effortless. Accessibility wasn’t an afterthought here, it was woven into the design. Beyond the practical features, the hotel was stunning: tranquil courtyards, lush gardens, and architecture that blended modern luxury with Moroccan tradition. For me, it was a rare combination of beauty and functionality, and I couldn’t recommend it more highly to fellow travellers.
Venturing into the medina was another story. The souks are alive with energy, but the cobblestones and narrow alleys demand patience. I learned quickly that planning routes and sometimes relying on guided tours made the experience smoother. Still, the sensory overload – the spices, fabrics, and chatter – was worth every bump along the way.
Then came the Hammam. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I certainly didn’t anticipate being nearly stripped naked and vigorously scrubbed by a formidable French lady. At one point, I felt more like laundry than a guest. Erica, watching from the sidelines, couldn’t stop laughing at the spectacle. While it wasn’t exactly relaxing, it was unforgettable, and I’d advise anyone to think carefully about whether the traditional Hammam is their idea of fun.
Marrakesh taught me that accessibility is improving, but adventure often lies in embracing the unpredictable. My guide is simple: enjoy the places that get it right, laugh through the awkward moments, and let Marrakesh’s magic roll over you – bumps and all.
