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... get on that vino sharon. I despair... Touch down! And it's thunderstorming....for like 10 mins of downpour. Met Lara who had to wait while my passport controller went for a cheeky slash and a mint tea, holding up the line for a good 30 mins. Shared a taxi to the place jemaa el fna, met a helpful young laddo who took us to the road....who also asked for a tip, ...
... the Riad didn't lose it's Moroccan themings, just created a more modern atmosphere. We were escorted to level four for pre-dinner drinks and canapes. 4 levels is about the higest building you will find in the old city so as you can imagine the views are breath taking. We settle in for Margaritas and the sunset and absorb the magic of the skyline. As darkness falls we are invited back downstairs to the dining room where 5 courses of AMAZING is served. ...
... a palace that has been turned into a museum. True to Moroccan style it wasn’t much but high walls on the outside but once inside the courtyards and details inside the rooms were very impressive. It had a selection of doors, jewellery, pottery, carpet, weapons and woodwork. Later in the afternoon we had a bit of rain (was quite surprising actually!) but it cooled the weather down a bit which I appreciated. When it stopped ...
We hopped into the car (oh sorry, Mustafa) again and headed out for the next stop. We were triple worried about driving into the city of Marrakech. Traffic here is .... Well there aren't really any rules. And round-abouts have no logic like they were meant to. B Cowles did awesome tho. We didn't get in one fight over the hectic traffic, and totally aced it. I read the gps while Brian drove, watched out for bikes, people, cats, dogs, other cars, motorbikes and donkey carts that all seem ...
... till long after us.
We met at the Jama Elfna, at Orange Juice stall number 40, and Ian greeted me with a sad luck story of how all his money was now used up and of how he'd spent the last of his money on a big pot of honey. Just like before, he was resorrting to contacting his father for more money. Ian had come to Morocco on a way one plane ticket, he didn't have a way to return, and he seemed a little like a lost puppy. I ...
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- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility