Riad Jomana Marrakech

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... being no seats and a million people trying to get into the carriages so at least we have a seat and can rest. The taxi driver was another scam artist at the begining he asked for 25d one way then when we where in the taxi he said oh its 50d one way so I was having a row with him about it, too funny the way once you are in the taxi the price will change so that you have no choice but I would not back down in the end we agreed that he would wait for us at the ...

... space that people have why would you invade it so much just deal with your own little space its so rude!<br><br>Apart from the idiots in front of us the flight was ok we thought it was only 2 hours but it turned out to be 3 as Morroco have the same time as us back in the UK. We got off the plane and had to wait ages to get through passport control then when we got out there was a man waiting for us with the name of the Riad, I always wanted to come to the airport and have ...

... if there was some history or reason behind these storks, and/or why they chose this particular square to call home, but I did find out that Dar Bellarj, Marrakesh&#8217;s premiere arts centre nearby, once was used as a stork hospital (bellarj is Arabic for stork). Connection?!<br><br>After lunch, we walked through a different area of the souqs containing more spice markets, and had quite a few offers of "free demonstrations" by Marrakechis as to ...

... an umbrella poised over top of it, one of the first things that happened to me &#8211; no joke &#8211; is that I felt a huge tug on my arm and looked over &#8211; and a very big MONKEY was crawling up onto my shoulder! I literally stifled a scream as I looked this monkey (who was very heavy, and had hands and feet that felt so odd on my skin) in the eyes &#8211; and then looked over at his/her owner and started saying, &#8220;No, no, no, no, no!&#8221; After what ...

... 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 ...

... this is where we find out that every half hour doesn&#8217;t really mean every half hour and we end up waiting, trying to get ourselves out of the beaming heat for around 50 minutes. Eventually the bus turns up and as we are all overheating we opt to stay on the lower deck. We decide that as its now gone 3pm we&#8217;ll stay on the bus back into town and go find something to eat. We go into a place that has a terrace overlooking a square &#8211; not the main square, a ...

... long and it included an hour sitting on an elephant through high marsh and a dirty rafting trip on an authentic bamboo raft down the mekong. There were 6 others on the trip. They were all friends traveling in pairs and then there was moi- solo. Right away I made an effort to communicate with them in English fearing that they might be exclusive since they each had their other. They were all very nice and we got on really well throughout the trip. One of the pairs was ...

... places offering guided tours to the sanddunes of Erg Chebbi, where we were planning on going next anyway. The thought of having it all organised for us certainly appealed, so we splashed a little over our budget to go in a group... which will be for the next entry. In order to get there, we'd have to scale the High Atles mountains, which you'll only see on a clear day from Marrakech. In fact, we didn't know we would see them at all until the better weather on the second day.