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Today dawns with a dazzling blue sky and perfect temperatures (low 70s) for our day of touring in Marrakech. We see an historic olive garden, a towering minaret, ancient tombs, a gorgeous palace, a warren of souks, and the vibrant central square. All of this is a full day in itself, but the social whirl dosn't stop. Tonight we ...
... we twist and turn through narrow alleys to a door which opens into a historic home steeped in Moroccan traditions. Our gracious host has thrown a lavish party, and invited some of the locals – one of whom has owned a Riad here for over 30 years (he hails from South Dakota originally). This wonderful gentleman has amazing stories to tell, and he invites us to his home for a party tomorrow night. We are overwhelmed, and gratefully ...
... with soup and bread. By the time dinner was finished it was 1:00 in the morning on Sunday. We very quickly went up to bed as we had a 7:3 start later that day.
The first day was spent on a coach for the majority of the time on the coach. We drove around looking at different buildings. We saw the 14th century walls and the Ali Ben Youssef Mosque. The first thing I noticed was the increase of heat in ...
Driving out of the M'goun valley along the ribbon like road cut delicately into the edge of the rich orange range we took our last look at the inviting creek below flanked by vibrant green foliage. Women busy doing their washing, the occasional mule laden with hay, whilst such a brief visit, we shall miss the beauty and life of this most endearing valley.
The scenery of the day varied, traversing arid ranges and plains, the array of textures keeping ...
A van driver from our hostel picked us up at the airport, took us as close as he could to the maze of winding alleys, inside of which supposedly lay our hostel, and handed us off to the luggage carrier/local guide. As we meandered through nameless streets and alleys, I was overcome with an intense panic that this man was kidnapping us and planned on holding us American suckers for ransom. When we arrived at a non-descript wooden door that I ...