Agdal Hotel Marrakech
1 Blvd Zerktouni Marrakech, 40000, Morocco
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Trust in Allah, but tie up your camel!
... about a dozen cops in riot gear ready to pounce what appeared to be a crowd up ahead. So we turned around and high tailed it back to the hotel we stayed at the night before and stayed within the hotel walls for the rest of the evening. The hotel restaurant was nearly packed later that evening, compared to empty the night before whe Dorrie and I went in for a late evening bottle of wine. Thumb pecked on my iPhone...please excuse the ...
Across the Atlas to the Real Morocco
... by the ticket issuer to ensure getting to the correct station. After our delicious lunch, we pressed on to Ouarzazate. We obeyed the speed limits unlike everyone else on the road and got waved right through the two police blockades we encountered. We booked a room at the Ibis. Just follow the Zona Hotelera signs from the main drag into town. BTW, they will negotiate and move quite a bit on their price ;-> Thumb pecked on my iPhone...please excuse the ...
All Roads Lead to Marrakech
... however much you give these people, they believe they are intifled to everything in your pocket. All the while a fellow tourist was flipping out next to us because one of the monkeys pees all over him...I wonder how much he paid for that memory? I suppose that Alta's fear of monkeys is justified after all!
The medina proved too many distractions to finish the tour. Like a fish attracted to a shiny lure, I migrated over to a vendor selling CDs of Arabic and Berber music. I ...
Marrakech, a little confusing
After a good and peaceful night's rest, I awoke to a refreshed feeling, my cold was definitely on the decline. I had fallen asleep at around 11PM and didn't wake up until 10AM, but it was a much needed eleven hours of rest. I had mentioned to Gary that I was planning to get to the Majorelle Gardens by 11AM thinking that we might try to meet up again in Marrakech, but seeing that it was already 10 and I was still in bed, I did not hold much hope ...
Marrakech or Bust..!
... that the couple in front of us was from Boston. I am grateful we visited with them – as you will see…
After a quick trip to the bathroom, we headed towards immigration – no wait at all to show our passports to the agent. Then as we were standing with the agent as we began to hear chanting. Loud, rhythmic chanting. Jeff and I looked at each other. There had been demonstrations in Casablanca in February - and one was NOT ...
This hotel was formerly known as: Agdal



