Pierre et Vacances Palmeraie Village 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 ...

... which was actually still installed in the taxi (most do not even have seat belts). &#8220;Seat belts? NON!,&#8221; the driver yelled at me. (He was quite ****** at me, actually.)]<br><br>[Third (and final) side note, I swear: smoking. Love it or hate it, people everywhere in Morocco are smoking. In cafes, and restaurants, at train stations (and even in the train cabins!), on every street corner, and walking behind every native (and/or many Europeans). Trying to ...

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 ...

... set off for the airport early in the morning. After breakfast in the hotel (breakfasts in Morroco left a lot to be desired, I was so sick of bread rolls and jam!!!) we checked out and got a petite taxi to the centre of town to find a hostel that had been recommended to us. It was impossible to get to teh hostel by taxi as it was down a series of tiny winding streets. It was worthit though, it was a gorgous place, really quite with couches and cushions in open ...

... Jewish Cemetery This is the old Jewish Quarter of Marrakesh, I recommend that everyone visits here, you get an insight into a culture that has been abandoned, there are very few Jewish people left in what was once a vibrant Jewish settlement but you also get a real insight into the real Marrakesh, the Marrakesh for the working classes. The Jewish cemetery is a place to visit if your ...

... sun and marvelled at the fact that I didn´t get burnt yesterday, potentially because the ozone layer is a little more intact over this part of the sky than our greenhouse abundant hole back home. I continued to be blown away by the vast disparity between my normal surroundings and the scenarios before me. We pondered whether it would be harder for Western people like ourselves to set up shop in a place like Morocco compared to a Muslim in Australia, or ...