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Trust in Allah, but tie up your camel!
... with two ceramic bowls thrown in to sweeten the deal. So of you are in the market for a Moroccan rug, cut out the middle man and buy direct from the weavers! We made our way back to Ouazazate and figured we'd get a hotel in the middle of town closer to the local action. However, we found the road into the town center blocked off by the police. We followed some cars which seemed to know a way around only to find a police paddy ...
Across the Atlas to the Real Morocco
... drop off at the Marrakech and Fez airports, respectively, so as to avoid city driving as much as possible. GPS rental was not an option so bring your own or use your smart phone map. Along with obeying speed limits, the nice man who rented us the car also advised to always keep the tank above 3/4 capacity, park in secure lots, and no monkeys or snakes in the car; apparently this has been a problem in the past. He stressed keeping the tank full because ...
All Roads Lead to Marrakech
... it all off, it was generously adorned witn plenty of stained glass.
Before making it to the Palace we were distracted by snake charmers and folks with monkeys. We stopped at one of the snake charmer booths and took anfew pics and the attached vid. I find snakes repulsive but still have a strange fascination with them. I gave them the equivalent of a few bucks and they insisted on more. They poor guy next to us gave them about $20 and they still wanted more from him. Whih leads me to a ...
All Aboard the Marrakech Express!
... to escape through the crowd but they cut us off and started painting Dorrie's and Alta's hands.
"How much for this?" I ask.
"1,000 diraham each sir" (that's about $120).
"STOP STOP STOP STOP!!!!"
"no we only joke you"
Me - "how much?" again
"we give you good deal. Pretty women you have here"
"how much NOW!"
They continue to frantically paint their hands. Dorrie and Alta struggle to get free but these ...
A Day in the Souks
... Hertiage list. In the end, we opted to forgo all tours and enjoy the night in the city. We learned of a fantastic night club called Comptoir from some local patrons at the restaurant. The club was multi-level, filled with trendy, good looking Europeans and bottle service. Lowell and I blended in the best we could in our tennis shoes, as we sucked on a hookah and danced the night away. Lowell placed bills in the belly dancer’s pants as I jumped around to hip hop, it was a great ...


