Ibis Casablanca Sidi Maarouf

... t allowed to bring it on the ship because it might get critters? I don&#8217;t know exactly, but it&#8217;s probably for the better if living things can develop. I know this is so long and it seriously doesn&#8217;t describe at all the experiences we had in these shops and all the funny things that happened.<br><br>  Don Fez then took us to an expensive restaurant that he claimed was one of the only ones opened because of Ramadan, which may be true, but at the same time ...

... must admit, we got the "smoke ban" thing right. I won't take that for granted anymore! 3) Feeling "waited" on: Let me preface this by saying everyone, especially the Rotarians we have met, have taken extremely good care of us, and that has been wonderful. But I get this sense that when we're in someone's home or eating lunch or dinner in a hotel, that the maid or wait staff does too much for ...

... city in one day. On the other hand, it is the country's main transportation hub, so you may find yourself spending more time there. Although Casablanca has a medina and boasts several landmark 1920s and 1930s buildings with art-nouveau, art-deco and traditional Moroccan accents (concentrated around Place des Nations Unies and Place Mohammed V), the most impressive sight by far is the Hassan II Mosque. It was completed in 1993 and is one of the largest mosques in the ...

... as well as chat. The Turkish hamam is a big swimming pool and sitting area where women can come to chat, give each other massages, and bath. Since women are not allowed out at night in the clubs or really anywhere many times they make the hamam there club and hang out area. They remove the humidity from the hamams and bathing areas with a yellow mixture put in the walls composed of black soap, clay, limestone, and egg yoke. Apparently this mixture removes the ...

... rapids which flowed between huge cliffs. We ate tangine (a local dish of chicken, potatoes, onions, carrots, peas, and yummy spices) and bread, and then took a quick walk along the water. At the top, I discovered Dad (who had gone ahead) had made some new friends, and was trying to negotiate a good deal to sell me off to one of the men. Luckily I found out I'm worth too many camels for that man to afford, so instead we left him with a nice cute little photograph of my little ...

... of rocks. The further north we travelled, the greener the fields became; rocks making way for fields of clover.At around 16:30 we reached Casablanca VGRS, the main train terminal. We bid farewell to our travelling companions, giving them a couple of the Australian badges we have been carrying around with us for just such an occasion. The mother appeared to be particularly chuffed; the badge had a kangaroo on it and the colour matched the colour of ...

... CHAOTIC. There were so many people and such narrow lanes, crazy intersections, very narrow sidewalks (if any), and no crosswalks (with drivers who seem to have no qualms about running you down). People kept coming up trying to sell us things - it helped that we didn't speak their language in order to be able to ignore them (which is what we were told to do because the minute you acknowledge them you get sucked in to negotiations over the goods ...

... was beautiful - grilled cala and a great lemon sauce. I pretty much ate and left to head back to the hotel before it got too late - its a bit of a walk along the waterfront boulevard and looks like it can get a little seedy. (apparently there have been reports of muggings so don't want to be out on my own.!)... I retreated to the safety of my room and proceeded to tune into the movie channel for the 8.30 movie..

... Moroccan cites. It verges close on being a slum. There is smelly Garbage strewn in the streets and there are not many tourists around which makes you weary of taking your camera out to take pictures. The only thing worth taking a picture of is the huge Mosque on the coast. It is supposed to be the third largest in the world. It is huge and they are still finishing it. On the way in to Casablanca on the ...

... br><br>After what I could basically call sightseeing at the airport, there was passport control. I stood in line with my passport ready, when someone talks to me in Icelandic. I look back. What a coincidence - the person behind me in line just happened to be an Icelander, coming with the same flight as me from London! Was there on business. <br><br>Now it was my turn to go to get my passport stamped. Ooops. The officer wasn't going to let me into the country ...