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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!
... Massages. Our full ritual involved us lying on an incredibly hot marble bed in an incredibly hot steam room for 5 – 10 minutes before being covered with mud or clay. Once the clay comes off the black soap goes on and is left to penetrate your skin. That then gets washed off, and the fun really begins with the super vigorous exfoliation. A cold shower follows to re-close the pores, and we then then received a full body massage in a warm, comfortable ...
... played both traditional Moroccan and Algerian music. He didn't really seem to want to talk, which gave me the grace to fall in and out of sleep for the latter part of the journey.
During one of Joels cigarette stops George crashed a side door into my forehead badly bruising it, not a pretty sight, not that I'd been faring too well looks wise previous to that anyway, with my face so burnt from the sun and peeling.
Joel kindly went out of his way, driving off ...