Es Saadi Palace Marrakech

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... station and it would cost us 60d there and back its only 6 quid but its the principle now of the matter lol. Got back and used the internet to now try and find a riad to stay but everywhere is so expensive did manage to email one so hopefully we will have somewhere to stay. <br><br>We then walked to try and see the sights of Marrakech after having a lunch in a street cafe Ian had some dust my word for couscous not sure what it is looks like dust from the ...

... waiting with my name on a card ha. The taxi drove us to the edge of the medina as you cant get in with cars then the owner of the hotel turned up and a man with a large cart took our bags and started off down lots of small streets making turns here and there I am sure that we are going to get lost. We did get to the Riad and Mohammad who looks after the place told us to take a seat so we sat and he went in the kitchen and made us some amazing food and hot coffee it was ...

... of the 12 Pillars &#8211; all Italian marble and gilded plasterwork archways lined in gold!<br><br>Elsewhere at this site, the sultan played favorites and housed all the alpha-male princes in the elaborately decorated Chamber of the Three Niches, while relegating to outside garden plots some 170 chancellors and (of course!) all the wives. (Still, many of the outside plots are very pretty, containing mosaic work and surrounded by lovely ...

... by pointing out a passing yogurt truck to our waiter. He said, "No, no yogurt," but later came back and said, &#8220;Yogurt, oui?&#8221; &#8220;Oui!,&#8221; I said, and then watched as he ran across the street, dodging traffic, to purchase my yogurt from a little shop, bring it back to the restaurant, place it on a small saucer, put a napkin and small spoon to the side, and serve it gracefully to me. What service!<br><br>After breakfast, we hit the streets of ...

... stepping daintily around a dead chèvre (goat), we found the little sucker (a micro hidden in a cubby hole in a clay/straw wall) and... I do believe Wales now has a new geoaddict! ;D <br><br> That night (alas, my last in dear Morocco!), we headed for the legendary "Djemaa el Fna" Square for a sunset ...

... find the old town and obviously looked like lost tourists so a "false guide" led us through the streets of the old town and showed us different shops and good views of the gardens. They are called false guides because they are not sanctioned by the government to give tours but do it anyways to get tips from the tourists. The train ride from Fez to Marrakech was 7 hours long, hot, sweaty and crowded. At this point, I was asking myself why we even bothered to come to this ...

... to sample the food in Morocco since most of the time we were eating camp meals we prepared ourselves. I also have to admit to sometimes being disappointed by restaurant food that was rather bland and didn't fulfill my expectations of exotic combinations of spice, sour, sweet, and salt I have come to expect from Moroccan food. While restaurants in America usually sort of "dumb down" flavors of many ethnic cuisines for conservative American palates ...

... Had a taste of home with lunch at McDonalds then went back into the ancient city to wander the labyrinthine marketplace. Again a staggering number of stalls selling all kinds of goods and handicrafts, many of which were actually being made at the time by craftsmen in the very stall they were sold from. She said: I survived my first travel sickness!!! It was a bit of a sticky wicket there for a bit, and I thought we were going to have to take up residence in Fes due to my ...