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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
... stop. Men sat at the rickity tables eating lamb and bread from a single commumal plate with no silverware in traditional Berber fashion. So we got a sunny table and joined in. Dorrie and the kids ordered chicken; I ordered cuttlets which turned out to be once again the best mutton (goat in this case) I have ever had, although very tough. Goat and ox quarters were also for sale hanging next to the BBQ stands. The goat quarters hung with the hoofs and a ...
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
... overhead a mosaic floor with brightly painted carved wood walls. Like many places worth taking a picture of, a picture really just doesn't do this justice. But I guess that's why it is worth visiting the actual place and not just relying on a picture or video to tell the story, because I can not begin to sufficiently put words together to describe all of the amazing places I have seen, but I hope that the pictures provide a glimpse that ...
Marrakech or Bust..!
... with him! Pulling out his ticket and waving it around. At this point I had no clue what to do. The people behind Jeff were beginning to really get impatient! He began to just push Morganne into the compartment. At this point the only other lady – a young woman – kindly gave up her seat and let us sit together. Whew!
Shortly after we left Casablanca the hand- trolley came by with lunch. They had cheese sandwiches – which Morganne and ...
This hotel was formerly known as: Ayoub


