Riad Jomana Marrakech
62 Arset Aouzal, Bab Doukkala, Medina Marrakech, 40000, Morocco
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Trust in Allah, but tie up your camel!
... barrier proved to be too difficult to gain confidence and close the deal. In the end, we did our good deed (trust in Allah) yet remained vigilant on the defensive (tie up your camel). We continued our trip noting that the roads bounced from one desert oases to another, stopping at a few and an authentic sand dune to stretch our legs just as the ancient Berber trade caravans did only on camel. According to our guide book some of ...
Across the Atlas to the Real Morocco
Ouarzazate (pron war-za-zot) is on the other side of the Atlas mountains as Marrakech and is a classic 'getting there is half the fun' trip, but maybe more in this case. We were originally going to access this area via 'excursion' out of Marrakech but the only two reputable ones listed in Trip Advisor were booked as of last November. The remaining ones I grouped into the rip off category based on review sites and travel blogs. The main theme amongst them ...
All Roads Lead to Marrakech
... were absolutely true. So we climbed he narrow stairway into a beautiful dining room adorned with intracate tile work and a hand carved wood ceiling. The dining room filled quickly after we sat down with chain smoking Europeans but the food was delicious. The kids had chicken kababs with an interesting spice, Dorrie had chicken with couscous, and I had lamb with zuchinni and fresh mint.
We got ice cream cones on the way back to the room.
Thumb pecked on my iPhone...please excuse the ...
All Aboard the Marrakech Express!
... really trooped well as our packs are starting to get heavy. About half way there Jed had an 'oh ****' moment and stopped to dig for his camera. Later digging on the train did not turn one up, marking our second trip causuality. The first was Dorrie's sunglasses and med bag which seemed to have gotten lifted from her handbag in Madrid.
The train was very comfortable with a cabin all to ourselves to Casablanca. There, we changed trains ...
An arrival in Marrakesh
... far as was possible by vehicle and to be honest i was uneasy and did not want to get out, it was all to much.
Then from nowhere a man with a wooden cart that he most likely made himself appeared and he loaded our cases onto it. He then made a gesture to follow him the taxi left and we were on our own in the darkness of the night in this med evil city. The walk seemed to go on for miles ...



