Villa des Trois Golfs
- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Swimming pool
- Business Services
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... of Imlil & picked up our luggage & we were picked up by our minibus. We first called in at a market which sold everything imaginable. It was outdoors & the ground was a bit messy because of the overnight rain. Then we drove over the highest pass in Morocco, the Tizi n Tichha Pass. The highest point was at 2260 metres & it was very cold & windy there. We had lunch at a restaurant along the way & drove to Ait ben Haddou, where we ...
... Pretty sweet deal. We weren't sure of what to expect so we wore our bathing suits. The lady doing the Hammam laughed at us in our suits and pointed at my top so we took them off. We went into a tile room that had to large benches connected to the wall. We laid on the benches which were hot and she poured water on us. She also did the scrub and washed that off. Then rubbed some mud from the Atlas Mountains all over us and we laid on the the warm tile. The ...
... mentioned. They were closed to our dismay. We went back into the medina to see if we had made a wrong turn. And we had. We had gotten too distracted by the live chickens and ducks and the butchers that were plucking them. We turned left after seeing the sign we had missed and there was the blue gate. We had a few hours to kill before sunset which is when we planned to go to the hill so we sat at a cafe and finally got fresh squeezed orange juice. It was pretty ...
... to our Riad (hotel). Having survived taxi rides in India, I knew that we were not going to die, as the cabbie wove jerkily through crowded streets, but Lori and Fiona, in the back seat, thought they were breathing their last. Having arrived at the parking area beyond which cars cannot go (streets are too narrow), we were faced with the task of entering the winding, mostly unmarked streets, to find our Riad. Of course, there are numerous ...
... in his fog proof jabala amongst the men who offered us tea! We squeezed into a taxi and headed down to Asni. It took a while to locate the next taxi back to Marrakesh, but we warmed ourselves with bowls of bean soup and coffee and gazed at the dense cold fog that hung heavy. Again, packed four across the back seat we blindly pushed back to town, unable to observe the landscape due to the tight fit in the taxi and the misted up windows.