Hotel Agnaoue Marrakech

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... being no seats and a million people trying to get into the carriages so at least we have a seat and can rest. The taxi driver was another scam artist at the begining he asked for 25d one way then when we where in the taxi he said oh its 50d one way so I was having a row with him about it, too funny the way once you are in the taxi the price will change so that you have no choice but I would not back down in the end we agreed that he would wait for us at the ...

... space that people have why would you invade it so much just deal with your own little space its so rude!<br><br>Apart from the idiots in front of us the flight was ok we thought it was only 2 hours but it turned out to be 3 as Morroco have the same time as us back in the UK. We got off the plane and had to wait ages to get through passport control then when we got out there was a man waiting for us with the name of the Riad, I always wanted to come to the airport and have ...

... toward the Saadian Tombs about 1km away, managing to get lost in the narrow Medina streets for a while &#8211; a very easy thing to do. (A nice boy helped navigate us out of a few backstreets, for the mere price of five dirhams!). The tombs were quite interesting. They were built by Saadian Sultan Ahmed el-Mansour ed Dahbi in the years leading up to the sultan&#8217;s death in 1603. The sultan spared no expense in creating his tomb, called the ...

... life into your own hands. I have seen crazy driving before &#8211; in DC, in LA, and definitely in Central and South America &#8211; and even Turkey. But NONE of those experiences compares to the driving and traffic here in Morocco (I&#8217;m presuming it&#8217;s not just Marrakesh!). Most intersections have no traffic lights, so they are a car-bus-moped-bicycle-pedestrian-donkey /horse cart free-for-all! Every horn is honking, every driver is leaning out their ...

... 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 ...

Like most Moroccan cities Marrakech has a Mellah or old Jewish quarter dating from the days when Morocco had the largest Jewish population in the Islamic world. There are few Jews left in Marrakech and the Mellah is now overwhelmingly Muslim, but there are still a few functioning synagogues and a Jewish cemetery called the Miara. The Miara is a strange sight of brilliant white rectangular tombs stretching ...

... and drink was lit with small white lights, and the smells which arose from them were wonderful. There were snake charmers and henna artists and merchants selling freshly squeezed orange juice all keen for our custom. The sound of drums, bells and symbols filled the air and created such a lively upbeat  atmosphere. We found a restaurant with a roof top seating area so we could take it all in. We ate our omelette and ...

... dousing with the bucket follows for each of us, then a shampoo using the product I brought from the hotel. Next we lie down in turn and each get a thorough soaping using a softer, fishnet type material to apply the bar of soap from the hotel. Another rinse cycle. Now comes the massage, and I am horrified when I witness what my client is put through. He is practically screaming in agony. It is not any kind of massage I have ever experienced before. It is more like a sadistic ...