Palais Medina & Spa
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- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Swimming pool
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... day was upon us. We were dropped just through one of the few gates into the Medina.
We worked our way deeper into the fractal complexity of repeatedly forking nameless alleys. The riads (a multi-storey house built around a central courtyard) hemmed us in, even from above. They expanded with each additional storey making it impossible to tell where one house began or ended. The lack of a size reference combined with monotonous plain ...
... t it? The medina is almost a maze and we made sure we had the directions preloaded on our phone map to avoid entering a wrong street. On the way to our Dar we were approached by numerous 'guides'. One of them showed me a business card of our Dar and told me that he worked there and that we had missed the street to the Dar. We should follow him, he said. "Could this guy be right?". A quick check on the phone confirmed we were on the right ...
... ready with their riding suits, and revving their bikes. The deserts mean different things to different people - these folk apparently from France, want to race these bikes - all sorts - quad bikes, dirt bikes, etc - inside the desert. I will know them if I see them in the Morocco Motocross rally!
A walk to the town centre was an impromptu plan - needed to stretch my legs. So I would have walked just about for 10 minutes, when a car pulled up next to me with a ...
... cloth. I have seen this done before, but it never ceases to amaze how incredibly skilled these weavers can be. I looked at some cloth woven from cactus thread (yes you read that right) and the colours and quality of the material were fabulous. I decided to buy two different swaths of cloth to take home and have made into dresses. I had not planned to buy cloth (hell I hadn't planned to buy a rug either), but I still kick myself for not buying more silk cloth at a ...
... through the thick carrizo cane, I spot a farmer on the other side. “Smahleeya… kayn shee trek bashntla el foq?” (excuse me, is there a way to get up to the top?) I ask, hoping for sympathy, not anger. He suggests I go to the house and ask them to open the gate for me… I decide to keep trying to look for a way through, until I find one… He sees me again…
“You can go through the gate there” he tells me ...