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Trust in Allah, but tie up your camel!
... shop, into which he invited us into for tea. We politely declined figuring that hard carpet or dromedary sales tactics were sure to follow. Looking back on the situation I would do the same again not wanting to leave someone stranded in the middle of some desert. Whether or not it was a scam remains unknown. If it was a scam to sell carpets or desert excursions, then they have taken things to great heights. But in this case ...
Across the Atlas to the Real Morocco
... stop. Men sat at the rickity tables eating lamb and bread from a single commumal plate with no silverware in traditional Berber fashion. So we got a sunny table and joined in. Dorrie and the kids ordered chicken; I ordered cuttlets which turned out to be once again the best mutton (goat in this case) I have ever had, although very tough. Goat and ox quarters were also for sale hanging next to the BBQ stands. The goat quarters hung with the hoofs and a ...
All Roads Lead to Marrakech
... out but he drags me back in. We haggle and I walk out again and he finally agrees to 150D. But he seemed too happy so I still paid too much! Although it was marked "Fez" on the back, it will still be a good souvineer from Marakech.
We bought nuts, a ring for Jed,a few other things and a basket to carry it all in. The kids were getting cranky at this point so we found a nice sit-down restuarant on the square who insisted that he advertisement for live music and belly dancing ...
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 ...
As Time Goes By
... anyone who bothered us. It was very funny. They were being what we call, SASsy. Get it? Sassy with a capital SAS for Semester at Sea!
When we got to the train station, we met up with Ginny Weasley and Lauren, who I forgot to mention went off on their own because they wanted to go to this spa they knew about from Sex and the City. It’s at the most expensive hotel in Morocco and they said it was incredible. They got 75-minute massages. I almost wish I had gone with them! I ...


