Selman Marrakech: Luxury Unveiled in Morocco's Red City
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we’re diving headfirst into the utterly dazzling world of Selman Marrakech. Forget your perfectly curated Instagram feeds – this is going to be a messy, glorious, and honest look at a hotel that promises luxury and delivers, for the most part! Prepare to be discombobulated!
The Selman Marrakech: Where Arabian Nights Meet…Actually, a Few Hiccups.
Let’s be real, the photos? They’re seductive. The promise? Arabian Nights, with a side of pure, unadulterated indulgence. And you know what? Selman Marrakech comes pretty damn close. But let’s get the housekeeping out of the way before we get to the ooey-gooey bits.
Accessibility? Okay, so this is important. They do have facilities for disabled guests (yay!), and an elevator (double yay!). I didn't personally test it myself, but I saw the ramps and wide corridors, which filled me with relief. I can't give it a gold star but the signs are good, and the infrastructure is there.
Cleanliness and Safety: The New Normal?
Right, this is what everyone’s worried about post-pandemic. The Selman definitely takes it seriously. Lots of hand sanitizer (phew!), staff in masks (check), and I’m pretty sure they were using some serious anti-viral cleaning products. Rooms are sanitized between stays, which is fantastic. All that sanitizing equipment, and you know what, it really felt safe. The whole place runs like clockwork, everything is sparkling. It's a well-oiled machine. The only drawback is that having to sign a form disclaiming any responsibility for the usual risks, I felt, a bit offputting.
Dining: Food, Glorious Food (Mostly!)
Okay, let’s talk about the food. Because honestly, that's one of the things that makes or breaks a hotel. I’m a glutton, I admit it. And I need my coffee. The Selman delivers on most fronts here.
- Breakfast is a must. I mean, come on, you're on vacation, right? Buffet, international, Asian -- whatever your fancy, you're covered. I went Western, because I'm boring like that. The eggs were perfect. Seriously, perfect. And that coffee? Sigh. They also have a takeaway option if you are in a rush, perfect, but you would be missing out.
- The Restaurants. There are a few, and they're good. But it's the service, my friends… Sometimes a little slow. And I have to admit: I had a slightly disappointing experience with a simple plate of pasta -- it was too salty. But that’s just a small blip. The a la carte options are a dream though. The Asian cuisine felt authentic (I am no expert, though, but the flavors were bold).
- Poolside Bar, Poolside Bar! This is where Selman Marrakech truly shines. Picture it: sun dappling the turquoise water, a cocktail in hand, the faint clinking of glasses… pure hedonism. The poolside bar is legendary. I got a bit tipsy watching that view of the horses.
- Room Service 24/7? Yes, please! Perfect for those late-night cravings or when you're just too blissed out from the spa to move.
Ways to Relax: Spa, Sauna, and Squeaky-Clean Skin
Oh, the Selman Spa. Let's be honest: this is what you came for. And it does not disappoint.
- The Hammam: If you've never had a traditional hammam experience, prepare to be reborn. Seriously. I was scrubbed, massaged, and rinsed until I practically glowed. Forget your everyday shower – this is next-level clean. They had a body wrap and a body scrub. I thought about getting the scrub, but if I'm being honest, I chickened out.
- The Swimming Pool: The outdoor pool is beyond beautiful. It's a visual feast. Especially that view with the horses in the background.
- The Sauna and Steamroom: These are, of course, necessary. Get you a nice pre-treatment sweat going, and you're a new you!
- Massages: I'm not usually one to rave about massages, because they can be hit or miss. But this one was heavenly. I swear, the masseuse knew all my knots.
For The Kids (and the Big Kids at Heart)
The Selman is family-friendly. There’s babysitting if you need it, special kids' meals, and the whole place is geared towards making sure everyone's happy, from toddlers to teenagers (and the eternally young-at-heart!).
Getting Around:
Airport transfer is a must. Car park on-site is a bonus, plus valet parking. But if you want to explore Marrakech, taxis are easy and readily available.
In-Room Goodies: The Little Luxuries
Air conditioning? Check. Blackout curtains? Bless. Free wifi? Double bless. Coffee/tea maker? Yes, yes, and yes. Comfortable bed? Oh, yes. I slept like a baby. My room had a view…I think the little touches are what make this special.
**Now, For My ** OMG! ** Moment: The Horses.**
Honestly, I didn't expect to be so utterly, ridiculously, emotionally moved by the horses. The Selman is renowned for its Arabian horses, and they're housed in stunning, pristine stables right on the property. You can go watch them being groomed, and walk right by their enclosure. It's just…magical. The sound of hooves, the way they prance. I was there for an hour…just staring. It's an experience that elevates Selman to an even higher level of luxury.
The Imperfections? Ah, Yes…The Human Element.
Look, no place is perfect. The internet wasn't always lightning fast. The service, while generally excellent, could be a little slow at times. There might be some noise from other guests. But honestly? These are minor quibbles.
The Verdict:
Selman Marrakech is expensive. Let's get that out there. But honestly? It’s an investment in an experience. It's a chance to escape, to relax, to be utterly pampered. It's a place to create memories. And for me, it was worth every penny. It really does come across as luxury unveiled.
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's perfectly polished travel blog. This is my messy, Marrakech-soaked brain dump, specifically centered around my stay at… the Selman Marrakech. Prepare for tangents, for me to get lost in the beauty (and the occasional frustration), and for way too many exclamation points. Let's GO!
Selman Marrakech: My Brain, My Bedazzled Oasis (and Possibly My Breakdown)
Day 1: Arrival - Glamour, Grass-Stains, and a Near-Meltdown
- 5:00 AM (Local Time - Ugh): My internal alarm clock, AKA crippling pre-flight anxiety, decided to kick in. Slept a grand total of 3 hours. The flight was standard misery - screaming toddlers, stale airline food, and the distinct aroma of recycled air.
- 10:00 AM (Local Time): HOLY. MOLY. We landed. The heat hit me like a physical wall. Then, the airport… chaotic, beautiful chaos. The queue for immigration was longer than the Nile. Eventually, I stumbled out, bleary-eyed, searching for my pre-booked driver.
- 11:00 AM: The driver! He was charming, spoke perfect English (phew!). The ride to the Selman was a revelation. I'd seen pictures, of course, but nothing prepares you for the reality. The dusty roads, the vibrant colours of everything, the motorbikes weaving through traffic like caffeinated ants – Marrakech is a sensory overload, and I was loving it.
- 12:00 PM: The Selman. OMG. Forget everything you know about hotels. This isn't a hotel; it's a goddamn palace. Check-in was a blur of smiles, mint tea, and the sinking realization that I, a person who once wore sweatpants to the opera, was actually here.
- 1:00 PM: Our room. We were upgraded, blessed be the travel gods! This room… it was bigger than my first apartment. I went from feeling like a peasant to royalty in a matter of seconds. The soaking tub? The private balcony overlooking the pool? Pinch me. I need a good cry.
- 2:00 PM: Lunch at the pool. Picture this: me, trying to gracefully navigate a poolside lunch in the Moroccan heat. Let's just say I, in my white linen pants, somehow ended up with grass stains. Classy. The food was divine, every bite an explosion of flavor. But did I say grass stains?
- 3:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Poolside chill time. Attempted to relax. Failed miserably. My mind was still racing. Kept having to remind myself to breathe. And stop staring at the horses. More on that later…
- 7:00 PM: Dinner at Assyl, the Selman's Moroccan restaurant. The ambiance was stunning -- elegant, with live music. The food was extraordinary. The lamb tagine was a religious experience. However, I also realized that I was terribly jet-lagged, and the beautiful architecture was slightly blurred by tiredness.
- 8:00 PM: Total sleep deprivation. I had a near meltdown when I could not get a coffee at the bar, and ended up trying to sleep at the bar to convince the staff. The bar staff were really cool though; this is a very fancy hotel, very beautiful, but they were very very relaxed and very nice.
- 9:00 PM: Slept like a baby… or perhaps a very glamorous, slightly stressed-out baby.
Day 2: Horses, Hamman, and the Unexpected Delights of Dirt
- 7:00 AM: Woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed. I was excited about breakfast.
- 8:00 AM: Breakfast. THE. BREAKFAST. I'm not even a huge breakfast person, but this? This was an event. Freshly squeezed orange juice (duh), mountains of pastries, and every kind of fruit imaginable. And then… the horses. (More on that later.)
- 9:00 AM: Horse-watching. The Selman has a stable of Arabian horses. They are absolutely, breathtakingly gorgeous. They gallop around the grounds several times each day. I could have stayed watching them forever. I did stay watching them for a ridiculously long time, probably scaring the other guests. It was magnificent.
- 10:00 AM - 1:00 PM: The Hammam Experience. Okay, this was the biggest indulgence of my life. I was scrubbed, massaged, and generally pampered until I felt like a brand-new version of myself. The steam, the scents, the utter bliss… It was almost too much. Almost.
- 1:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Some more lunch. I needed the energy, because… more horse watching.
- 2:00 PM: It was time for the local market. Everyone told us to go the Jemaa el-Fnaa. We went.
- 2:30 PM: We walked the souks. We got lost. We got hassled (but only a little; thankfully, I have a "don't mess with me" face). The colours, the smells, the chaos… It was overwhelming, but in the best possible way.
- 4:00 PM: The dirt was so beautiful! We walked in the desert.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner at a restaurant that was recommended by a friend. It was fun but, frankly, forgettable. I'm already spoiled. That lamb tagine had permanently changed my perception.
- 8:00 PM: Fell asleep before my head hit the pillow.
Day 3: The Horse Obsession Takes Hold and The Sadness of Things
- 7:00 AM: The same magnificent breakfast.
- 8:00 AM: Horse watching. Again. This is becoming a serious problem. I now know their names. I'm judging the other guests based on their horse-watching etiquette. I may or may not have muttered "you're doing it wrong" to a woman trying to take a selfie with one.
- 9:00 AM: I spent the morning swimming; the pool is also gorgeous.
- 12:00 PM: I was informed that one of the horses was… unwell. I did not want to be involved, but like a woman in a movie, I was. I went to see the horse. I looked at the horse. The horse was okay. The horse was fine. I was not. I did not feel good. I felt sad.
- 2:00 PM: I had lunch. The food was good. But I didn't eat that much.
- 3:00 PM: I walked out of the hotel to find some snacks, and I saw the poverty.
- 4:00 PM: The colors of the city, the people, the smells… it was all amazing. But it also comes at a real cost.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner at the Selman. I knew that I would be leaving tomorrow. I also knew that I was going to be sad to leave.
- 7:00 PM: I tried to go to bed early. And I was completely sad.
Day 4: Au Revoir, Selman. Goodbye, Marrakech.
- 7:00 AM: One last, tear-filled breakfast. Goodbye, pastries. Goodbye, horses. Goodbye, staff who put up with my weird horse obsession.
- 8:00 - 9:00 AM: Luggage. Check-out. Hugs and tears.
- 10:00 AM: The driver. The final glimpse of Marrakech as we headed to the airport.
- 1:00 PM: Flight. The end.
Final Thoughts (or Ramblings):
The Selman was an experience. It was beautiful, luxurious, and exactly what I needed. Yes, it was expensive. Yes, I probably embarrassed myself on multiple occasions. Yes, I am now obsessed with horses. But it was also magical. It was a chance to escape, to indulge, and to feel like a damn queen (even if the queen in question has grass stains and a near-constant state of jet-lagged bewilderment). Marrakech, you beautiful, chaotic, heartbreaking city. I will be back. Sooner than you think. And, yes, I will be watching the horses.
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Selman Marrakech: The Unfiltered Truth (and a Little bit of Glitter)
Okay, spill. Is Selman Marrakech really *that* luxurious? Like, does it live up to the hype?
Alright, fine. I'll be honest. Yes. And no. It’s… complicated. The hype? Yeah, it's *mostly* there. Think opulent, like, "I'm-pretty-sure-I've-never-felt-this-rich-even-in-my-dreams" kind of opulent. But there's a certain... *pressure* to it. Like, you're constantly thinking, "Am I classy enough for this place?" (Spoiler: Probably not completely).
Picture this: I was taking a bubble bath in this *enormous* tub, and I accidentally splashed water on the (probably priceless) marble. Panic mode activated! But then a staff member, hovering discreetly in the doorway – they're like ninjas, seriously – smiled and just… handed me a towel. Talk about anticipating a disaster! It was all rather humbling, in a "being-pampered-is-actually-terrifying" sort of way.
The Riad experience. Worth it or just a bit Instagram-bait?
Okay, the Riads… *sigh*. Look, they’re stunning. Like, unbelievably gorgeous. My jaw literally *dropped* when I saw mine. The mosaic tiled floors, the intricate woodcarvings, the private plunge pool… It's pure visual orgasm. But here’s the kicker: I'm notoriously clumsy. I tripped over the edge of the plunge pool *three* times, nearly ending up soaking wet and humiliated. Picture that Instagram post: "Me, face-first into Moroccan luxury."
So, Instagram-bait? Yes. But also, *magically* restorative. I spent one afternoon just… staring at the ceiling. Not because I had nothing to do, but because it was SO ridiculously beautiful, I couldn't bring myself to *do* anything. And honestly? That's the point, isn’t it? Letting go, being still. Eventually, I did figure out the pool and spend hours there, it was the best part of my trip, to be honest.
Those Arabian horses. Are they as majestic in person as they seem in the photos?
Oh. My. God. The horses. Okay, so I am not a "horse person." I usually avoid anything horsey related. But the Selman horses? They're… *otherworldly*. They're like, shimmering, muscular works of art. And the way they move... it’s like watching a ballet choreographed by the gods. I witnessed a show, and I swear I teared up watching these majestic creatures. (Don't judge me!)
The stables themselves are immaculate, and the staff clearly adores them. You can feel the love. It's a whole experience, and it’s one you shouldn't skip. I even got a few selfies (because, let’s be honest, even the non-horse people need Insta cred). Just don't ask me to ride one. I'd probably fall off and embarrass myself again.
The food! Is it all as delicious as it looks? What about the cost?
Okay, the food. Prepare your wallet, people. It's *expensive*. Like, "should-I-have-sold-a-kidney-before-coming?" expensive. But… mostly worth it. The breakfasts are legendary: mountains of fresh fruit, pastries that practically melt in your mouth, and coffee so good, it makes you want to weep with joy. Seriously.
Dinner varies. Some dishes were transcendent. A tagine I had – oh, my tastebuds still dream about it. Other dishes… were a bit *meh*, for the price. The portions aren't huge, which is probably a mercy considering the richness of the food, but by the end of a meal, you'll be ready to roll out of the restaurant. It’s a splurge, absolutely. But if you're going to Selman, plan to eat, or you will regret the time you spend there.
The spa… give me the lowdown. Is it all zen-vibes and relaxation, or is there more to it?
The spa is… next level. Think ancient Roman baths meets Moroccan influences. It's beautiful, serene, and smells amazing. Now, here's a bit of a confession: I'm not the best at relaxing. My mind is a hyperactive hamster on a wheel.
I booked a massage and, well, it was *heavenly*. At first. Then I got self-conscious about my body. Totally irrational, I know. I spent half the massage worrying about how I looked, which, of course, defeated the entire purpose. But the treatments are top-notch. The staff are incredibly skilled. So, yeah, the spa is amazing. But you might need to work on your own zen before you go, too. Trust me on this.
Anything you *didn't* like about Selman Marrakech? Be honest!
Okay, the (very few) downsides. Firstly, the prices. Ouch. You're going to need a serious budget. Secondly, it’s *very* formal. A little too stuffy for my casual (and slightly awkward) personality. I constantly felt like I was going to do something wrong. Also, it can feel a little… isolated. You're in a gorgeous bubble, but you're a good distance from the hustle and bustle of the Medina.
One more thing: it's not somewhere you go looking for a bargain. It's pure indulgence, and it *knows* it. Look, I adored Selman. But it's not perfect. And it certainly won't magically make you elegant. But it *is* an unforgettable experience.
Final thoughts? Would you go back?
Absolutely. 100%. Even if it means eating ramen for a month afterward. Even with the price tag and my own occasional clumsiness, the Selman experience is something you won’t forget. It’s luxurious, yes. But more than that, it's an escape. A chance to be pampered, to slow down, and to be utterly awestruck by beauty. I'm already dreaming of my return. Just, you know... gotta start saving now.
