Travel Blogs from Marrakech
Got 1st class tix. had compartment to ourselves for awhile--laid down & slept. In Meknes 2 others came in.
Nice driver took us to the Cottages. Difficult to find, but he was very nice.
Got in our cottage, Sylvain showed us around. Went to the pool.
Laid down, not feeling well. A/C not working. Sylvain couldn't get it to work, so we moved to another cottage.
Dinner: chicken & couscous--delish.
... sitting. He double checked again, making sure he understood what I wanted: tea in the teapot, ice in the glasses. Oui. I really think he had no idea what we were doing.
Once the black tea had steeped, I slowly poured it over the ice. Voila! Iced tea. So happy. Of course, we only had enough ice for one glass, but by the time we drank that, the rest of the tea in the pot had cooled down considerably (and so had we), so it all worked out very well. The salads were amazing too.
... a room. The spa was lovely, and our 1-hour massages were WONDERFUL. It was a soft, relaxing massage with essential oil. It was great in general, but it was even better for my migraine. When she massaged my neck, face and scalp, that was the best. To top it off, we had mint tea afterward.
We then came home, showered, and relaxed for awhile during the hottest part of the day. The Canadians arrived, so we got to meet them. They might be joining us on our ...
... fuel and cash and I was set to try and reach Rabat. My impression of the guy helping me at the border crossing is he was friendly and helpful and made my crossing easier. I know it was for money and I gave him €10 for his trouble, which I guess is more than he would normally get. It really made the entry into Morocco easy.
Rabat was a fair few miles away and it meant that I would arrive late and tired, not wise and one of the mistakes ...
... fully stocked with hideous aquatic creatures, gaping mouths, fiercely toothed or packed tightly in rows in ice laden crates. We edged through the corridor of the meat market, offal and scrotal bags swinging alongside our heads and into the vegetable market. Berber women sold delicate white wheels of sheeps cheese wrapped in platted palm leaves which fanned outwards like barbed spikes of a swordfish. Coffee beans ground in the shops filled with wooden drawers. ...