Riad Bel Haj
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- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
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... and they should mind their own business !
First bit of anger we have seen all week really.
The Ali Ben Youssef Medersa, next to the mosque is a very old Muslim theological college, opened in 14th Century. It used to house over 900 students in 132 small dormitory rooms and, so we were told, only one bathroom ! It was a stunningly beautiful building. The mosaics, carvings and delicate trellis work was overwhelming. ...
At dinner last night, this well traveled group was discussing that Morocco has been named (not sure by who) as the #1 travel destination in the world. Having been here for a week, we found this so surprising. Yes there are beautiful areas and yes, the medina shopping is a real experience and yes we all loved the camel ride in the Sahara. But in the cities the ...
... H&M clothing). But we headed to the famous medina and after a short tour of the palace of the last Sultan (and his 4 official wives and 28 unofficial wives) and a museum which could be thoroughly viewed in under 15 minutes, we were let loose on the souks. We saw snake charmers, monkey dancers, sellers of all kinds of Moroccan goods (some nice, some very trinkety). We are all getting better at bargaining but it's still uncomfortable. It's hard not to buy when you are ...
... Med. Helpers at the port pushed into the queue and filled out the paperwork and we were through step one getting boarding passes in about 3 minutes. Sweet. Then customs for the people check, then customs for the bike, sweet. PJ walked as there was no point in gearing up and it was hot, although a cooling breeze made things quite pleasant. The port and customs are much much busier today than when we arrived. Although it may have been poor planning to ...
... in Morocco. Time and again I found myself getting short with these scumbag scammers. My final night in Marrakesh ended with me almost getting into a fight with one of these jack asses. After I had repeatedly told some guy to leave me alone, he too, called me a racist. I had been stewing on this since the first guy called me that and I lost it.
‘I’m a racist? Well, you’re an *******!’ I shouted, pointing my finger in his face.