Dar Balthazar Marrakech

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... said come and have a cup of tea with me, first we said no no its ok. Then we realised that it was a morrocan man that we had met last night in the bar that emigrated to Australia so we went and had a cup of peppermint tea with him. Whilst I was using the toilet he invited himself out to eat with us so we went and got ready and went back to meet him, I was having reservations about going for a drink with them after and he said oh we can go in the car for a ...

... went to ring Danielle and then went to look at a restaurant that we had got a flyer for in the day it did not open until 7 so we went to the square in the evening it comes alive with street food sellers and snake charmers Ian made the mistake of taking a picture then that was it the snake man came over and started putting the snake around Ians neck and they were demanding that I take a picture I said no as I know then that they want money and I only had 2d and I did not even ...

... at 2am tomorrow! Fortunately, (1) we now have confirmed accommodations in Fez, and a driver from the Riad Dar Dmana will be there to pick us up at that early (late!) hour. (PS &#8211; a riad is a guesthouse with great Moroccan hospitality!) And (2), I am typing this journal entry happily ensconced in a 1st class train cabin, which is clean, does not smell, and (blissfully) is blowing cold A/C on us. We have learned from our past mistakes, you see.

... showered, and headed down the street to a boulangerie for breakfast. Murray had his café au lait and I had my freshly-squeezed, full-of-pulp OJ &#8211; and we shared a meal of crusty, toasted rolls, cheese, fresh apricot jam, and chocolate croissants to top it off! (I asked for cheese, and we were trying to ask for bread by way of asking for croissants, and the waiter brought us all that I just mentioned. Hey &#8211; we'll take it!) I also had some yogurt, which I ...

Met a fine fellow from Wales as a hopped off the bus in Marrakech (from Essouria). He was looking for an economical riad to stay and I knew just the place - the riad I'd dumped my rugs at just days prior.<br><br> After settling in, I invited him to tag along w/ me to grab a geocache at Menara Gardens. LOL ...

... of cheap restaurants. Here, at a little shack of a restaurant, I had the best Tajine I've had in all of Maroc. The dam creates a lake surrounded by the Atlas foothills, and a desert that looks like the Maroc of the guide books. It was a welcome escape from the city.

... shop for a presentation on the various traditional spices and remedies created in Morocco. I purchase some wonderful Almond skin cream and an exfoliating scrubber similar to those used in the Hammams. The group continues on towards the square, rounding one corner after the other. We have been warned to stick together and save our shopping to another day, but somehow along the way we lose a member of the group. This is a cause of quite some concern, and our guide ...

... midday sun (a common feature of the last few days), we stumbled across the grand taxi park, that provided our transport to the High Atlas mountains.  Seven of us (all adults) crammed into a Mercedes 5-door.  (If you're after a car that can stand quite a beating, Mercedes seem to do the trick.)  An hour and several pins and needles later, we rolled into Asni centre.  We had adopted a new "guide", who showed us the way to the bus bound for the mountains ...