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... said come and have a cup of tea with me, first we said no no its ok. Then we realised that it was a morrocan man that we had met last night in the bar that emigrated to Australia so we went and had a cup of peppermint tea with him. Whilst I was using the toilet he invited himself out to eat with us so we went and got ready and went back to meet him, I was having reservations about going for a drink with them after and he said oh we can go in the car for a ...

... went to ring Danielle and then went to look at a restaurant that we had got a flyer for in the day it did not open until 7 so we went to the square in the evening it comes alive with street food sellers and snake charmers Ian made the mistake of taking a picture then that was it the snake man came over and started putting the snake around Ians neck and they were demanding that I take a picture I said no as I know then that they want money and I only had 2d and I did not even ...

... at 2am tomorrow! Fortunately, (1) we now have confirmed accommodations in Fez, and a driver from the Riad Dar Dmana will be there to pick us up at that early (late!) hour. (PS &#8211; a riad is a guesthouse with great Moroccan hospitality!) And (2), I am typing this journal entry happily ensconced in a 1st class train cabin, which is clean, does not smell, and (blissfully) is blowing cold A/C on us. We have learned from our past mistakes, you see.

... that we had come across earlier &#8211; owned by none other than the self-proclaimed &#8220;Moroccan Jamie Oliver&#8221; (spelled &#8220;Jimmy Holliver&#8221;)! (Quite a character, this guy &#8211; who had signs listing all the famous people who, apparently, have dined at his tiny establishment over the years, including &#8220;Melany Crifth&#8221; and &#8220;Denzel Wachincton&#8221; &#8211; but he was so happy to see us return to his stand to dine&#8230;!) We ...

... stepping daintily around a dead chèvre (goat), we found the little sucker (a micro hidden in a cubby hole in a clay/straw wall) and... I do believe Wales now has a new geoaddict! ;D <br><br> That night (alas, my last in dear Morocco!), we headed for the legendary "Djemaa el Fna" Square for a sunset ...

... lot of way, looking them having failed agreeing on a price, then giving unwanted advice and wanting a tip for it in the end;). In all guidebooks there's a warning for faux guides and all these people. Personally I think it's nothing extraordinary here if one is a bit cold-hearted, distrustful and informed, one can usually avoid problems ...at least in the winter;). Our hotel was called Essaouira, offering 100dh for a double. For the money, it was really good. Quite clean and with a ...

... being resistant to having a picture taken, so I decide it is good to have my personal guide, and I allow the group to get ahead while I take photos and chat with my Berber guide (who incidentally had breath that would kill an ox). We merge with my group from time to time, but I don't mind falling behind because he always seems to be keeping a sharp eye on them. Whenever I panic and ask where my group is, he points to them and, sure enough, there they are. I decide I ...

... that being vegetarian is restrictive in Morocco.  The best tagines are the egg tagines - oh my goodness yesDO bump into ex-pat Colin at the hotel and accept his off** of lunch at his house.  His wife is a sup**b cook and his kids are adorableDON'T accept Colin's invitation to lunch the day you've had your stitches taken out - it frightens the children Lat**, Abdul &amp; Fatima """""""""""""""""" Mr and Mrs R On Tour -  Definitely not on the 'ed son. """"""""""""""""""