Hotel Suisse Casablanca

... had the most massive rugs with such intricate designs. They rolled out about 30 different rugs in front of us and served us mint tea. One of the guys tried selling me a 4X6 rug for $750. He would not take no for an answer and just kept asking me what I could offer him. We finally got out of there. Another place he took us to were the tanneries where they make leather. That was obscene. We walked all the way to the rooftop of this tannery where you get a view of this ...

(in no particular order) 1) The driving/drivers: Honking for all and any reasons, pedestrians walking in the middle of the street, drivers almost hitting peds, drivers almost hitting other cars, drivers going 80 mph on narrow side streets, several drivers making random u-turns, left turns or any kind of turn they want - whenever they want. We've all held our breaths more than a few times, to ...

... growth has wiped away most of its romantic image-it's bound to disappoint most visitors. Now basically a big commercial and industrial city, it is home to most of Morocco's major corporations and banks. However, its traditional markets pale in comparison with those of Fez or Marrakesh. If you're into nightlife, you'll want to stay a night or two; Casablanca is reputed to have the best homegrown club scene in the country. Otherwise, you'll probably be content to see ...

We made it to Morocco after a *really* rough sailing day.  I spent the entire time in bed, sea sick as I delayed taking meds too long.  Also they had to turn the stabilizers off to get us into the harbor, and it felt as if we were nearly rolling completely over ...

... not the real deal, but at least he got something out of meeting us. Gross, I know (give my dad a hard time, it was his idea). We eventually made our way back to Casablanca, and crashed for one last sleep in Morocco. The following morning Dad was off to New York, and me, to Germany (which was a last minute decision when I found out how cheap flights were, and it seemed like a better alternative to spending Christmas alone in a Muslim country). We said our goodbyes, and ...

... was barely a tourist in sight! Much of the bartering and ordering was taking place in Arabic; which certainly demonstrated this was a local market!This was a refreshing change as, unlike the tourist markets in Marrakech, as the stall holders were busy selling to locals; and we were ``obviously'' just looking around, they ignored us! Also unlike the central market we had discovered the day before these markets were in operation well after the sun went down.We spent several hours ...

... o rapaz bate vigorosamente na chaparia do autocarro berrando algo para o motorista que o movimento sequente deste ultimo indica ser algo do género « Para, temos novo passageiro ». Tudo muito rapido, eu insisto « no Dirham », « no problem, Marrakech ? », « oui ». Empurrou-me para dentro do autocarro que ja arrancava e subindo gritou para o segundo cobrador « aquele não paga ». Desagrado (controlado) geral : « ehhh então porquê essa distinção ? ». « Meu amigo, eu ...

... the palms lined streets, the port and all the old buildings. Clapping my way downstairs I headed back along the path checking out some of the amazing architecture along the way. I stopped for a few hours at a local internet cafe then went back to the hotel to chill and have a nanna before meeting the group at 6pm. We did all the admin stuff then made our way to a local restaurant for our first of many tagines ...

... guide for because its literally a labrynth of narrow streets full of people selling fruits and meats and jewelry and rugs and people in their little shops fixing anything from your high heels to sharpening your knife. Surprisingly the streets were very clean! And we ate camel bugers which were very tasty! It was a very intersting fun city. Very moroccain and traditional. It was like going back in time. Because no cars are allowed in the medina. They can ...

... to as I truly belive he didn't realise it was annoying for me. Still I managed to sleep a little (I was still grappling unsuccessfully with a respiratory infection). Oh and a word to the wise, leave plenty of time for British Airways "Bag Drop" system. They now seem to run an online Check In (or you can do it on a console at the airport) before queuing to check your luggage (and effectively do all the usual check in desk things). We arrived at two o'clock ...