Riad Dar Zaman Marrakech

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Had an ok nights sleep on our bunk bed feel like I am about seven again! Woke up to an amazing breakfast of juice, pancakes, fresh bread, jams and local breads with coffee it was so tasty. Mohammad gave us the info about how to get to the train station. So got ready and went to get a small taxi to the station to get our tickets for Sunday to go to Fez the taxi driver told us it takes 7 hours ahhh perswaded Ian though to get first class as I read a book about ...

Got up at 4am and got to the airport ok in the taxi the hotel where we stayed is really half a mile away from the airport you can see the planes taking off and the taxi cost us 20 euro they know how to rip you off around here. I am excited about the change of scenery and also about going somewhere that is hot I cant wait to get my summer clothes back on again! I hate it on aeroplanes though when people in front of you put the seats down, I know that you can but there is such a ...

... we avoided the lively Djemaa El-Fna and most of the souqs, instead focusing on a few specific sites to tour. Since many sites are closed over the long lunch hour, we first had a nice lunch overlooking the metalworkers' square, which was surrounded by high, mud-brick buildings. Several of the posts atop these surrounding buildings had huge storks’ nests on them, and the square seemed to be a gathering place for storks! I never did figure ...

... which was actually still installed in the taxi (most do not even have seat belts). &#8220;Seat belts? NON!,&#8221; the driver yelled at me. (He was quite ****** at me, actually.)]<br><br>[Third (and final) side note, I swear: smoking. Love it or hate it, people everywhere in Morocco are smoking. In cafes, and restaurants, at train stations (and even in the train cabins!), on every street corner, and walking behind every native (and/or many Europeans). Trying to ...

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 ...

What a week of extremes. Highs and lows - literally, physically, emotionally...<br><br>So I arrived in Marrakesh, a little nervous just over a week ago. I felt thoroughly unprepared - mainly in terms of wardrobe as my last minute reading on womens fashion in morocco had me worried... however I needn't have panicked too much as although some of my clothing was probably not totally culturally acceptable, I still managed to get away with shorts and singlets (although not spaghetti straps). I ...

... we were filling it out. I guess I should be more careful and not offer my information, I could get myself into big trouble - I thought we had to! Anyway, we checked into the hotel and went up to our room. After that, we figured we needed to get down to the Concierge to start figuring out what we could do while in Morocco, what was safe, anything we needed to be aware of as two young ladies travelling on our own, etc. Turns out the ...

Everyday the streets are alive, hungry cats, insistant shop keepers, one thousand welcomes from everyone, the constant call of fish and chips(who knows why), the shouts of "come to my shop, prices almost free!" and "you want moroccan husband, five thousand camels!" everyone selling everything from ancient tea pots, musical instruments, dried fruits glore, wooden snakes to kaftans. the henna ladys coxing, "hey lady, you want henna" orange juice sellers ...