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Left London this morning, it was raining and blowin' . Had to taxi because some of the stations were still closed due to flooding. An hour and a half hell raising ride in foul conditions!! Nearly aqua planed on several occasions. That driver should not be let loose behind the wheel of a car!!
A three hour 20 min flight and we were in Marrakech. What ...
... dramatically since we entered Morroco.
We stopped for lunch at a tourist hotel, the food was good and cost about $8 each. After lunch were introduced to a local man who was going to take us up to the Ait Ben Haddou kasbah. The kasbah is over 700 years old and the top was about 1200 m high. Our guide was an old man with one tooth for each of us. He wore thick glasses and a navy blue sports coat and maybe tipped the scale at 90 lbs. The ...
... it's not market day. There are a couple of grimey little cafes where I can get something for breakfast and wait... and wait...
As I wait, I talk to people about life in this region.
"Things are changing here" I'm told. "people here are very respectful and traditional, but now we've got a lot of people coming to Lake Ifni from the city, they're rude, they behave badly and stay up late--it's not ...
Up and awake a bit earlier today, ready to go and indulge over breakfast before a day in a 4x4 and the Atlas. Still a bit apprehensive as we don't know what to expect from the day, but I am sure it will be nice and different no matter what.
We made sure we were ready for 9.30am, but still no sign of the 4x4 or guide... so stepping out into the warming morning sun, we sat there and waited, some 15 minutes later a 4x4 pulls up, man gets out, porter tells us ...
... a delicious but painfully drawn out meal, in which the waiter tried to convince us to stay at his hotel instead of continuing on to Marrakech, and upon hearing "can we have the check, please?" insisted "no, dessert first!", we finally returned to our Kia Piccanto, final slices of our Berber pizza in hand.
By the time we reached Marrakech, it was already dark, and we were confronted with some of the worst driving we'd seen this trip--or ever. Cars completely refused ...