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... safe Euro zone we use bottled water for teeth cleaning. Or would do but for occasional lapses when we find ourselves almost using the tap! It is interesting how much we take drinking water from taps for granted. 3. Traffic A Brit problem in most of the world, those cunning foreigners drive on the wrong side of the road. I still, after four weeks, have to make a conscious mental effort to remember to look to the left first, rather than right, before ...
... otherwise they will charge you three or four times as much, if you go in armed with the info from the board they soon play ball. The taxi takes about 10 minutes into town, we stayed in the L'Hivernage District, some 20 minutes walk from Djemaa el Fna, but it is a very fast passing 20 minutes as so much is happening around you.
Upon check-in we were given the forms to fill in for ...
... I needed to cover a few sights before I had to leave this incredibly lovely country, so I had a brilliant shower (the best ever shower head with loads of water!) and headed out.
I returned to the Saadian Tombs, since my camera wasn’t working during my first visit. This time there was a huge tour group in the grounds, meaning I had to queue to take my pictures! Thankfully, this wasn’t something I’d had to endure the first time round, but ...
... proceeded to endlessly hound us for money. We gave him some dirham coins to which he disgustedly asked, "what is this? This is not money, these are Euros!" It was quite clear that we he was looking for more of the paper variety. Exhausted, hot, tired of him and a little frustrated at being lost we finally asked him to get us a taxi to earn the money. He walked us to an exit that we're pretty sure ...
... like it could only have been drawn up by a graphic designer.
After snacking on lunch and hiding from the sun in our riad, we took a
taxi to our next place of accommodation: a hotel located fifteen miles
south of the medina. As we moved further from the city, wagons selling
watermelons (or the more modest stalls of cactus fruit), began to
disappear as ochre wastelands took over. Our “grand taxi”; a ...