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... wool cycle in a washing machine !
So, empty handed, we consoled ourselves with an ice cream and returned to the hotel. Resting feet, reading guide books and thinking about dinner ...
For dinner we zipped down to Le Jardin and had a very nice, if rather expensive meal. I had salmon tartare for starters, described by Lucia as "a bit weird but quite nice" and a sardine tajine for main. The girls had something else but ...
... sites are mosques that are not open to non-Muslims. In Marrakech (where I am trying to decide how to fill 2 days), over half the sites in my guidebook are either not open to the public or are not open to non-Muslims. Of the remaining, several are local parks and 1 is a former palace that was once the most beautiful in the world but has been completely stripped bare. ...
... 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 ...
... it sussed. Apparently it was 38 degrees here today. Turn turn check turn, and a helper appears beside us. We try to ignore him but he follows. We quickly concede defeat and stop. He will take us to our Hotel. What followed was the most exciting riding we had done in years. It was so hard and so much fun we were laughing and laughing. The sights we saw on our race through the city were too much, tour coachs, horse and carts, trikes, pedestrians and ...
... an old Mercedes with no seatbelts and a Moroccan driver who was either screaming into his cheap Nokia cell phone or turning around to shout something at a fellow Moroccan in the backseat - in either case barely watching the road - it became abundantly clear to me that I was no longer in Spain. Bye-bye Europe; hello Africa.
My arrival into the dirty city of Tangier was at around 10:00pm. Not the ideal time to arrive in a new city, but what can you do. My hotel ...