Riad Jona 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 ...

... like minutes &#8211; with the monkey reaching over and patting my cheeks, and tugging on my shirt, and generally scaring the **** out of me (visions of my face getting ripped off did come to mind&#8230;) &#8211; with a tug on the leash by the owner, the monkey did a back-flip (not even kidding!) onto the ground. And then what did the owner do? He picked up the monkey and threw it onto Murray&#8217;s arm, of course! Repeat results. Even though the monkey&#8217;s ...

... And oh my, we had the best balcony seats in the house as the sun turned the scene to a rosy glow and the square came alive w/ smokey food stalls, snake charmers, jugglers, magicians, et al as darkness descended.<br><br>All in all, a most magical night to top off my fantastic adventures in Morocco.<br><br>

... smaller one, and make our selection from the menu. The man goes off, comes back and informs us that although he gave us a menu to choose from, there are essentially only two dishes available &#8211; lamb tagine with apricots and prunes being one of them, which was okay for me as that is what I had chosen anyway, but Alex and John had to change their choice. The man wanders off mumbling something and we asked Alex what he said and she tells us that he was moaning about the ...

... French girl and guy. Initially I thought that they were a couple, a naive assumption based on most men/women traveling duos. The moment I saw the guy for the first time, my heart skipped a couple beats. I was thrown off balance as well. His humbling pressence and soft eyes and smile made me want to get to know everything about him. I knew right away that there was something special with him. This guy I will continue to speak of has a name of course and so from now he ...

Fes. -OR- Sarah's Got a Shiv. The next morning came in Fes and Sarah and I begrudgingly got out of bed and headed out into the city. After switching hotels and catching some breakfast we headed to the Fes Medina (Medina is a Moroccan term for the "old town" area - when the French came they typically built "new towns" next to the old ones leaving the old towns intact). This was where things got a little dicey. Thanks to past tourists, a unfortunate "tradition ...