Transatlantique Hotel Meknes

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... of the Roman empire, and the most visible evidence of Morocco&#8217;s significant history in the development of Europe and the Mediterranean.<br><br>Moulay Ismail encased the city in 40 km of defensive walls and obsessively pursued his vision of a great world capitol with palaces, granaries, reservoir, commerce, armies, concubines, eunuchs and his 60,000 or so slaves. <br><br>From this stronghold, Ismail united Morocco ...

... because he really seemed to enjoy his craft (or at least, was smart enough to convey that impression). Once we moved from the Mausoleum, we drove around Meknes a little and stopped at a large structure which was primarily used for defensive purposes, such as storing food during sieges as well as hosting the King's Army. After initially turning down the guide as a defensive reflex, we thought ...

... deliberately misunderstood (and ignored) our request for sandwiches and cooked up what we think were goat kebabs.  Too hungry and tired to argue, we wolfed down the spicy, filling pita sandwiches. This morning the rain had settled into a light, but persistent misting.  Not to be set off, we but on the rain gear and went in search of breakfast.  First we stopped by a local bakery where we discovered chocolate covered, custard filled pastries that ...

Well hello people. I guess it has been a while since I last entertained you all with my wit and occasional grammatical errors. Where have I been? What have I been up to? Well, the last time you heard from me I was without travel insurance in Spain and facing the real prospect of having to go home to get some. However, thanks to the nice people at Lonely Planet I am now safe and free to get myself injured and half killed free from worry that ...

... ago), and as I find out, my insurance is not valid for Morocco (it's one of the countries excluded in the policy - I find out later you can buy insurance at an exorbitant rate for the time you're there). A very smooth, suave man offers to help me out and one of his men is assigned and over one hour later and 50 euro lighter (after endless negotiations with various officials when it seems I won't make it through) I drive through into Morocco. I am told, and I believe it, that I have been ...

... nestled between two hills that was named after the saint said to be the great grandson of the Prophet Mohammed, who came to Volubilis in the 8th century and converted the locals to Islam, going on to establish Morocco's first imperial dynasty. But enough with the history lesson! It was a gorgeous little town, albeit a very steep ascent to the main square where we intended to check out the mausoleum of the great man... which seemed to look great... from the outside. Back to the ...

... isn't unusual. We are staying at a campsite in Meknes. It is very run down and the facilities are far from desirable. The toilets are filthy with temperamental flushes or no water in them at all. I do not intend to use the showers, because it looks like there is only one with hot water, which has a cracked shower tray. It's not just slightly cracked, it is broken into about six pieces and I think you'd probably amputate your foot if you stepped on it. I'd rather smell than shower here.

... him and the assembled crowd. Meknes has a nice Imperial Gate which is about as impressive as you would expect - not more or less so, just about the expected amount. It has the odd local museum which is also everything you would expect from a place with a $1.40 entrance fee where the local cat was trying to get a frog to jump around by batting it around with its paw. But even the frog's expression was a palpable 'Cut that out - its too damn hot for ...

... argent. Il est temps d'acheter de la nourriture et nous allons au marché couvert. Là, les odeurs, les bruits, les couleurs. Tout se mélange, les gens poussent, on nous explique, on nous fait goûter à tout ! On repasse par la place El Hédine et retour au camping pour poser les courses et on va manger. Après manger, on va sur les traces du passé à Papa. C'est chargé en émotions. Premier arrêt, la maison où ils ont vécu. Les ...