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... challenged at the best of times and, without Robert and Faye, I would have spent much more time trying to find my way into and out of the laneways than we actually have done. The monuments of interest to us here are not so densely buried among shops as they are in Fez. Yesterday we visited the exterior of several mosques, the interior of some tombs, a museum and two very palatial hotels. The Koutoubia Mosque was built by Almoravid ...
... Eid, at least there was bugger all on the port. When we passed vehicle checkpoint inbound it was packed. No wonder they were pretty cruisey for us on our arrival.
We had to be here by 1500 for a 1700 departure, and a 1700 they are still loading. 1740 away. Without internet its difficult to say how many people are on here but there’s heaps. We came on at the “level” vehicle deck (3), and there were cars going down a ramp onto (2) as ...
... to intimidate me.
‘You give paper money! Good photos. Give paper money!’
I deal with angry, aggressive Arabs just about every day at my job so I didn’t flinch.
‘I don’t have any more money.’ I lied. ‘You want to call the police? Let’s call the police!’
They grumbled in Arabic and sat down; I walked off shaking my head.
Unfortunately, these types of encounters were not ...
But I still liked Marrakech. There were two factors.
One, the riad hostel - with a pool and a bunch of awesome people around to talk to, I spent most of my time there. The pool mainly. Oh, and that rooftop terrace too - the sunset looked great from there.
Two, Djemaa el-Fnaa. The square, the largest in Africa, is a central hub of activity. In the daytime, it's not much more than tens of orange juice ...
My argument with Hamza still fresh and zesty, I arrive at the Centre feeling totally disconsolate and wanting nothing more than to shrivel myself to oblivion in some distant corner. My sour face and aura of raging anger is doing wonders for potential conversation; something similar to being trapped in a small cage with the Grim Reaper. And let's face it, who's going to enjoy that?
The same person who caused the entire uproar in the ...