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.
... was beautiful, but even better was the amazing floral scent coming from the flowering trees. Hunter had a Berber tagine, and I had a chicken tangia. We also had Moroccan pastries and mint tea for dessert. It was all quite delicious with beautiful surroundings.
Tonight is the last night of Ramadan here in Morocco. It is one reason why we are going on our day trip tomorrow (everything will be closed for Eid).
For all my Muslim friends: Eid Mubarak!
March 4th to 8th, 2014 On our return to Cape Town we easily slip into the rhythm. We head to the grungy but colourful Woodstock neighbourhood. We gather with the hip rainbow nation at the Old Biscuit Mill. Local designers sell a wide variety of fashion accessories and housewares including messenger bags made from recycled brown paper and chic bamboo framed sunglasses. This creative entrepreneurial spirit is helping to transform the quality of life for ...
... are we worth. Very funny. I just tell them, not today, maybe tomorrow....or my latest line which comes in handy many times for a good laugh is enshula - if god wills - moroccans say this all the time and they enjoy it when we throw in a few words we have learnt here and there. Everyone asumes we are English straight away, or fish and chips as they call the poms. Then when we tell them we are Australian we get the usual list of Australian animals and then Sydney ...