Le Dawliz Casablanca

... the price of a Coach leather bag…that’s how I’m justifying it. He also took us to a spices store which had a lot of saffron and many different spices, lotions, and oils. The store owner literally had us try every single lotion and oil in the store and then sniff these different spices which are suppose to cure everything that could ever go wrong with you.  Marcie and Matt--I wanted to get spices to send to you wonderful chefs, but
 
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... 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 ...

... It is also one of only a few mosques in Morocco that non-Muslims can visit-we highly recommend it. Guided tours allow you to see the wonderful craftsmanship and furnishings: beautiful mosaic tile work, sculpted plasterwork, marble-clad walls and arches, thick carpets, and enormous Venetian glass chandeliers. The wooden ceiling above the immense prayer hall is painted in dazzling patterns and, even more impressive, it can retract to open the mosque to the sky. In ...

If you had to sum up Morocco in one word, for a US visitor it would be FOREIGN.  But I'll go further and give you our top ten moments: 1.  Smart @$$ comment from Le Gallia Hotel Staff - Breakfast is served BEFORE noon. 2.  Marrakech street vendors think Skippy is Japanese and one tries all of his Kung Fu moves to prove it. 3.  Walking the gauntlet ...

... the cinema and Nintendo Wii. Although I enjoy Benin hugely, it's hard to get excited about travelling back into poverty, pate, cold water and being called 'Yovo' on a daily basis. My feelings manifested themselves in my very last minute packing of gifts and goodies taking back - all of which will probably get scrumpled on route. I now have the extra possibility of crumpledness - due to the fact ...

... and Paris, there was a heated argument between two male passengers two seats behind us once the ``fasten seatbelt'' sign was turned off. It was all in Arabic, and was settled when another man offered to change seats; but it was interesting! They also fumigated the flight with a flight attendant wandering down the centre of the plane holding two bottles of spray towards the ceiling. Something I haven't seen before; Shellie mentioned they do this for flights back from Fiji as well!

... again to the safety of the basement and the internet and discovered that one of the computers had a drive that i could put my Turkish CD in -- I then put a whole heap of photos on the F/Book website and spend over 2 hours mucking around -- loving the free internet. Before too long it was time to venture outside and head to the bank to change some travelers cheques. I did this at the ...

... green forests and poppie fields we slowly entered the dessert. The dessert was rocky and hot and desolate looking but then we arrived at the edge of the sahara dessert. It was orange and smooth and incredibly beautiful! The sky was blue and we rode our camels through the sand to our dessert camp. we watched the sun set in the sandy hills. We ate good tagine and watched the sky turn into stars. It was the most enchanting sky I've ever seen. Everyone saw a ...

... busy everywhere we passed; evidently, like most European cities, the socialising is done in the evening. There were groups of men sitting around outside shops chatting and groups of women and children going about their business. We stopped and our luggage was transfered to a pedal power tuk tuk. The man was really friendly and spoke to me in rapid French, telling me about the surrounding area as we made our way through the streets. We passed a an ...

Big Mosque, Horrible place. Crazy crammed train ride from Asilah down to Casablance. Thrown out of a Taxi when Fes asked if we could use the meter. Had a bit of a blow up we did, about a pen if I remember rightly, Eric the French man was nice. The mosque was amazing, but another barney with ******* taxi drivers meant it's time for us to leave. Off to El Jadida.