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- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Free parking
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... breaking out the wet weather gear. Fortunately as I got further inland the clouds started to thin eventually disappeared completely. Strangely though although the temperature was still ranging between 20 and 21° see it was unusually cool to the feel and at one stage I was feeling quite cold. I figured it must've just been that the air was more moist. Made Fes and GPS took me past the Medina for a farewell tour. Further north-west of Fes I started to climb up into ...
... however the rain had really set in which dampened a few spirits so a couple of us caught a taxi back to the hotel – not before I managed to buy a new scarf though….
Once back at the hotel, I decided to check out the spa and got myself a massage. It was exquisite and I felt like melting into the table. After the massage I was led into another room where a lady proceeded to tip buckets of water over me and wash ...
... free city. The streets were so narrow that no vehicle wider than a donkey cart could get through. Our taxi dropped us off at the edge of the medina by the gate. The walls were still standing and there was limited number of entrances. Fortunately, if we took a wrong exit it did not really matter. All we needed was a taxi to take us back to our hotel and there is no shortage of those in Morocco. This was starting to feel like the "Morocco" we imagined.
"I wouldn't send my dog to Morocco" were the words used by a travel agent that I talked to years ago when I first contemplated a trip there, another was “Morocco’s a great place, unfortunately its full of Moroccans.” Since then we’ve heard stories of scams, hustlers and aggressive dealers. Is it just that the people are as weathered and hard as the Moroccan landscape and climate that bore them? Or may be its just a long ...
... their skin for intense scrubbing! People usually go to the Hammam once a week and friends meet there to catch up while they steam and sweat.
Then, unfortunately, we wandered into the meat market. I’ll never forget the bloody images of camel, cow, and goat heads dangling from the ceiling of the butcher shop; fish and eels, head and all, piled on tables; and the smell of raw meat, fish, and dead animal. The ground was slippery and cats crowded below ...