Ibis Moussafir Marrakech Palmeraie

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... said come and have a cup of tea with me, first we said no no its ok. Then we realised that it was a morrocan man that we had met last night in the bar that emigrated to Australia so we went and had a cup of peppermint tea with him. Whilst I was using the toilet he invited himself out to eat with us so we went and got ready and went back to meet him, I was having reservations about going for a drink with them after and he said oh we can go in the car for a ...

... went to ring Danielle and then went to look at a restaurant that we had got a flyer for in the day it did not open until 7 so we went to the square in the evening it comes alive with street food sellers and snake charmers Ian made the mistake of taking a picture then that was it the snake man came over and started putting the snake around Ians neck and they were demanding that I take a picture I said no as I know then that they want money and I only had 2d and I did not even ...

... donkeys pulling carts, arriving inside the palace walls was an unbelievable relief! No whizzing mopeds to jump away from – no terror on the streets. However, I told Murray it was almost like being on a boat for a while and then finally stepping foot on land – you still feel the water rolling underneath you for a while. So, even within the sanctuary of the palace gardens, I still felt myself on high alert for errant moped drivers for ...

... by pointing out a passing yogurt truck to our waiter. He said, "No, no yogurt," but later came back and said, &#8220;Yogurt, oui?&#8221; &#8220;Oui!,&#8221; I said, and then watched as he ran across the street, dodging traffic, to purchase my yogurt from a little shop, bring it back to the restaurant, place it on a small saucer, put a napkin and small spoon to the side, and serve it gracefully to me. What service!<br><br>After breakfast, we hit the streets of ...

... wait there until he also could find someone who spoke English. As soon as he was out of sight, we bolted. <br><br> We were far from done though. The night was spent going from restaurant to restaurant, sampling all the local beers and chatting to some of the locals. 20 beers and over 2 days worth of budget later, it was time to make the long walk ...

... stepping daintily around a dead chèvre (goat), we found the little sucker (a micro hidden in a cubby hole in a clay/straw wall) and... I do believe Wales now has a new geoaddict! ;D <br><br> That night (alas, my last in dear Morocco!), we headed for the legendary "Djemaa el Fna" Square for a sunset ...

... narrow and the cliff drops long, our driver was obviously well experienced on the drive. We overtook the large trucks containing the equipment, crew and catering services from the Prince Of Persia production and wondered how they would make it down unscathed. Each corner presented a new scene of little towns or earthern , flat roofed villages hanging on to the edge of the mountains. Children on the side of the road sold walnuts ...

... us where to get off, if only we wouldn't mind getting on now as he must be on his way. Crossing the road/ marketplace/ footpath/ highway (still unsure of its status) I bump into a man and apologise. In response, he so heartfeltly stops and apologises to such an exuberant degree that I look behind me for a pickpocket, but there was no ulterior motive or loitering accomplice. One more: Claudine got separated from me in the melee of the ...