Ouzoud Marrakech

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... station and it would cost us 60d there and back its only 6 quid but its the principle now of the matter lol. Got back and used the internet to now try and find a riad to stay but everywhere is so expensive did manage to email one so hopefully we will have somewhere to stay. <br><br>We then walked to try and see the sights of Marrakech after having a lunch in a street cafe Ian had some dust my word for couscous not sure what it is looks like dust from the ...

... waiting with my name on a card ha. The taxi drove us to the edge of the medina as you cant get in with cars then the owner of the hotel turned up and a man with a large cart took our bags and started off down lots of small streets making turns here and there I am sure that we are going to get lost. We did get to the Riad and Mohammad who looks after the place told us to take a seat so we sat and he went in the kitchen and made us some amazing food and hot coffee it was ...

... the different spices were, what they smelled like (&#8220;come, smell, there is no snakes hiding here&#8221;), what they were used for, etc. In addition to the rich tumerics and deep paprikas, the dried lavenders and the sweet mints &#8211; we also were shown sandalwoods, ambers and musks, used as natural perfumes &#8211; tiny bushels of toothpicks, grown in nature that way &#8211; and small pressed pots of pigments, where a wet finger run ...

... 8211; this was a market area like none I&#8217;d ever experienced. It was loud, and smelly, and chaotic/crazy &#8211; and again, all the while, the horse-drawn carriages and donkey carts, and even mopeds and some CARS, are competing with pedestrians down these tiny, winding pathways of activity, with just centimeters to spare. It is totally wild!<br><br>After some souqing (just made up that word), we took a break at the spice market (here, the air REALLY ...

Met a fine fellow from Wales as a hopped off the bus in Marrakech (from Essouria). He was looking for an economical riad to stay and I knew just the place - the riad I'd dumped my rugs at just days prior.<br><br> After settling in, I invited him to tag along w/ me to grab a geocache at Menara Gardens. LOL ...

... the building, down the stairs into the 40+C heat, and into the doors. Now, you'd think at one's first exposure to a new country, the host would want to be open-armed&#8230;.first, you go through a body heat detector. OK I guess. I checked the screens to see if this was the latest scanner where operators could see through your gaunchies but, no, just heat patches. No alarm sounds&#8230;.another jet pulls up. A policeman comes ...

... into the shops. I ended up swapping my jumper for a bangle which he reckoned would cost £50 in england but it would have actually cost a fiver, but he also wanted more more off me too, so i gave him 60dh - completely stupid i know! i didnt realise until we were walking back down how conned i was! We all went into mohammads shop as well and i ended up buying a rug for terri for 240dh, which i thought was a bit much but when we got to Marrakech i found it was very cheap. we were there ...

... complaining asses (Laynni's was getting pretty loud) through the gathering clouds, and dropping temperature, into Timichi and Gite d'Etape. This one was much bigger (more than one room), busier (a whole family rather than one dysfunctional bachelor) and posher (a candle for each room). In fact, Hussein even made quite a deal about the hot water shower. Now here was something my aching body could appreciate! In I went, dancing and hopping on the cold cement floor with the wind ...