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Had an awesome day, saw so much around Rabat today and Heila really had a jam packed fun filled birthday. Had mint tea at Oudaia Kasbah which looks like somewhere in Greece; white and blue walls with blue doors and little alley ways everywhere. I love it. Headed to Meknes and the drive was beautiful. Olive trees everywhere and beautiful land. In Meknes we watched snake charmers who are very brave or crazy. Heila ran away, she was terrified. Another jam ...
... for her but sure hope we didn't catch what she had.
The train was punctual and, at 7:30 pm, we arrived in Meknes.
Pizza Hut, We Got a Pizza Hut
We caught a blue petit taxi two blocks away from the madhouse of taxis lining up in front of the station who refuse to use the meter The evening temperature was balmy and pleasant.
We arrived in civilization. Pizza Hut and Mac ...
... of King Hassan ll
From Casablanca we continued on to Rabat, Morocco's capital and third largest city. Rabat is a modern city with wide boulevards, gardens and light, white buildings, it is steeped in history with its origins dating back to the 7th century. Here our city tour included the Royal Palace (Mechouar), Oudaya Kasbah (beautiful blue walls and view of ...
... in front of the guy on reception. He read it for ages and then asked us to wait for 5 mins. Soon a technician came out with a diagnostic computer, plugged it into the van and confirmed that the problem was the Accelerator Pedal Sensor. I think it would be fair to say that we were amazed that they had the equipment, that they diagnosed it so fast and with such confidence, that we didn't have to wait at all and that they would not take any money ...
... screwed things up and installed Western throughout Morocco. I would have to hope there was a squat toilet elsewhere in this country.
Disappointed, I met my guide, Rashid, and we headed off down the hill towards the ruins. Now Rashid was a very talkative fellow who apparently loved cliches. “Older than dirt” seemed to be a favorite. Nevertheless, his English was excellent and he clearly had a passion for the site and the history. Volubilis was pretty ...