Riad Moucharabieh Marrakech
27 Derb l'Hotel, Bab Doukkala Marrakech, 40000, Morocco
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Trust in Allah, but tie up your camel!
... two young Berber men with a broken down car in the middle of the desert. They flagged us down and we eventually came to a mutual understanding that one of them wanted a ride to the next village. One of them spoke limited English and no one in our party speaks Arabic, Berber, or French. I scanned them and figured that they were not carrying any weapons and seemed desperate for a ride so Dorrie piled in the back with the kids, ...
Across the Atlas to the Real Morocco
... only an hour from Anchorage...and so it is with Morocco. In these parts English is not widely spoken; Spanish even less. Everyone speaks French or Moroccan Arabic, however, so we are giving our Ultralingua French-English dictionary a good workout. Another noteworthy tip is to get a business card from your hotel so it can be given to a cab driver to minimize confusion. Or better yet, we have the bus station name written in Arabic on the backside of our ...
All Roads Lead to Marrakech
... originals and not copies. Hopefully US Customs will buy that line too.
We proceeded to get lost in the medina. Once in a while the narrow paths would open up and we thought we had made it back to the main square but it proved to be a decoy. We happened on a shop where I fell to my weakness of hand-painted ceramic plates. I found a very nice porcelin plate with a very intracate blue on white Berber design.
"how much?"
This opened up a conversation of the usual ...
All Aboard the Marrakech Express!
... the GI Joe Kung Fu grip.
"how much you pay?"
Up until now this was cute, but then all of the sudden one of the women strong armed Alta back toward their chairs through the crowd. They didn't make it 10 feet. I quickly got between her and my daughter and told her to buzz off. I didn't appreciate them moving my daughter out of the family pack. She then demanded money for the hand painting - something we didn't plan on doing until ...
On the train to Marrakech
... out to be a bit more difficult to find it than I thought but I did find it eventually.
I got my room, got myself sorted and more importantly was able to do some laundry which dried in something like an hour and it felt great after a shower to have clean clothes. I received an email from David telling me where he was staying and to meet up at his hotel for dinner.
I headed towards town and Djemaa-el-Fna Square where all sorts of street ...



