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TripAdvisor Reviews Hotel Sherazade Marrakech
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... such a small country could have such different landscapes. Morocco is truly an amazing place. Stacey Our next stop was the city of Fes. After checking into the hotel along with the Egyptian National Football Team I and a few others headed to a spa place to get a massage. After waiting for an hour a few of us decided to bail and head back to the hotel. Taxi's ignored us so one of the girls Jess, flagged down a guy on a motorbike with a trailer on ...
The last day in Marrakech and we had an interesting & memorable time here.
Definitely no place for Noddy & Big Ears, I think they would be locked up. Speaking of that, a young man from our Riad was walking us to the Souks (flea markets) & he was stopped by the plain clothes police. We asked why & told them he wasn't our guide but a friend from the Riad but they handcuffed him to their motorbike & took him away. Amazing & disturbing but he was ...
... behind the winding road up to the mountains is breathtaking both for its beauty and complex navigation. Abdul drives very carefully, like someone who has saved long and hard to buy his car and tells us that when he worked for Virgin he made the 150km trip 4 times a day.
Imil is the gateway to the mountains where we meet Ebrahim our guide for the day. Our 5 hour trek offers beautiful vistas of the mountains and valleys. Ebrahim brings us to his home, the highest ...
... Up and down stairs, across rooms from one section to another, all made from mud, these structures are indeed simply amazing. Having posed for a group photo on the rooftop deck and enjoyed a much needed nos nos (coffee) in the gorgeous courtyard we were back in the van and putting some more miles behind us.
We checked into our hotel at Ait Benhaddou in the early afternoon and whilst the hotel itself was rather dated and rustic it had an ...
... watercolour on my drawing of Das Adous. Some children joined me on their way to school and seemed to value the blank sheets of thick paper I was able to give each of them. One joined me for painting, sketching the landscape and competently filling it with blue and yellow. His name, beautifully scribed in Arabic, filled the gap between the land and the sky at the top of the page.
I hardly recognised our host, Llassan, his Goretex mountaineering ...