Riad Moucharabieh Marrakech

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Had an ok nights sleep on our bunk bed feel like I am about seven again! Woke up to an amazing breakfast of juice, pancakes, fresh bread, jams and local breads with coffee it was so tasty. Mohammad gave us the info about how to get to the train station. So got ready and went to get a small taxi to the station to get our tickets for Sunday to go to Fez the taxi driver told us it takes 7 hours ahhh perswaded Ian though to get first class as I read a book about ...

Got up at 4am and got to the airport ok in the taxi the hotel where we stayed is really half a mile away from the airport you can see the planes taking off and the taxi cost us 20 euro they know how to rip you off around here. I am excited about the change of scenery and also about going somewhere that is hot I cant wait to get my summer clothes back on again! I hate it on aeroplanes though when people in front of you put the seats down, I know that you can but there is such a ...

... his four wives and 24 concubines! We also viewed the Court of Honour, where crowds of people gathered to beg for the vizier&#8217;s mercy. Over the palace&#8217;s history, the place was looted several times &#8211; especially after the vizier died &#8211; so the palace is no longer furnished. Still, the embellishments speak for themselves &#8211; we were blown away by how intricate and detailed the rooms were.<br><br>After Bahia Palace, we ...

... of the trees. Central and South America has its sad, homeless dogs everywhere &#8211; Morocco has its sad, homeless cats. At lunch today, I was so sad for this skeletally-thin cat sitting near our table that I kept on feeding her bits of Murray&#8217;s meat &#8211; which, of course, caused the kitty to become my new best friend and to try and jump up into my lap several times. It&#8217;s hard to see the homeless animals &#8211; but even harder to see the difficult ...

... 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 ...

... on. It was dirty and dusty and crowded and some guy drove into my leg with his motorbike (come on, there was space on BOTH sides of me!). Interesting experience. I was kinda ****** off after that. But then I went for a mint tea in the square (I am addicted to the tea) and some random Moroccan guys started talking to me. They were very nice and friendly and it improved my disposition a lot.<br><br>Some wonderful things... watching the sunset over the square from the terrace of the Cafe ...

... the boys and could obviously tell which ones were out stealing for the night. He would point to one and stop me and say "Tu connais?" Do you recognize/know him? Then he indicated how he would break the person if I found him. It was very thoughtful of him. We walked back, went to bed and tried to forget about it and agreed that this blog entry would be the last we spoke of it....unless I find some boy in Marrakech trying to sell me back our camera.

6 November Sure enough, once I toughened up-- ie turned off the lights and closed my eyes-- the situation got much better. I slept quite well, waking to the sound of the many birds (finches!) hanging out in the tree in the couryard. (I think that tree was the bird equivalent of the djemaa el fna.) It was 7:30. Nate had promised to knock on my door around 8, to say goodbye before he took the 8 hour bus ride back to Ifrane, where he's studying. From what he said when ...