Riad el Noujoum
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- Continental Breakfast
- Hot tub
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We left the shop, paid our guide and then surprise surprise the young lad was there with his hand out and told him to talk to the guide - he was not impressed but too bad!
By this time we had enough and decided to head home for an early tea so that we can capture the sunset in the square. We had pretty much been walking all day. As we were walking back through tiny meandering ally ways we had ...
... you and any service must be bargained before hand to make sure you don't get ripped off. We walked through the markets and wanted to but everything from hippie pants, to sandals, scarves, jewellery, spices and sweets, it was all quiet over whelming. In he end I bout some hippy pants bc two bracelets. After spending a few hours walking around we were so hot and bothered we grabbed some nan bread for lunch and walked home. We spent the afternoon ...
So, as many of you will know (due to me talking about it incessantly for the last wee while), I spent the last week in Morocco with Jess and one of her best friends Liss. . . Here's the official blog post on the most INCREDIBLE week!
After a really early start, Jess and I made it to Marrakech by about 9am, leaving us all day to get orientated before Liss got in that afternoon. We caught a bus to Jemaa el-Fnaa - the main square in Marrakech. I really ...
... in the mosques but there are three in the country that function as museums so non-Muslims are allowed. We also visited the Palmerie, a huge palm forest that proliferated as ancient traders parked their caravans here and spit out date seeds. There are some large estates in the Palmerie, but after the King built his mother an estate there, he then issued a decree that no more building should be allowed to impact the area. As I understand it, the King does not have ...
... screeching and grunting variety where the instruments are all clanged together to resemble a steelworks factory being demolished. I'm happy to say that this, the children singing I mean, sounds nothing like that.
I've managed to arrange my hoody in just the right way to prevent my bum cramping and things have taken a decided turn towards enjoyable. A boy of about ten is smiling at me from the other side of the room, smiling encouragingly ...