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Travel Blogs from Marrakech
Got 1st class tix. had compartment to ourselves for awhile--laid down & slept. In Meknes 2 others came in.
Nice driver took us to the Cottages. Difficult to find, but he was very nice.
Got in our cottage, Sylvain showed us around. Went to the pool.
Laid down, not feeling well. A/C not working. Sylvain couldn't get it to work, so we moved to another cottage.
Dinner: chicken & couscous--delish.
... sitting. He double checked again, making sure he understood what I wanted: tea in the teapot, ice in the glasses. Oui. I really think he had no idea what we were doing.
Once the black tea had steeped, I slowly poured it over the ice. Voila! Iced tea. So happy. Of course, we only had enough ice for one glass, but by the time we drank that, the rest of the tea in the pot had cooled down considerably (and so had we), so it all worked out very well. The salads were amazing too.
... the Riad at around 11 am. We walked toward the spa and went into some streets that were just crazy: stalls of meat hanging in the open air (like half pigs for example)--couldn't stand the sight of the flies buzzing around the meat, stalls of some sort of cactus that I think they peel and eat??, huge bunches of mint--smelled really good, pastries that attracted gazillions of bees, and lots and lots of people, bikes, motorbikes all trying to fit in the same place. It was ...
... it had to be searched.
By the time we got to the gate, we didn't have much wait time before boarding. Unfortunately, Hunter and I did not have seats together. I didn't even realize it when the lady checked us in--she didn't mention it either. But, whatever. We each had window seats on opposite sides of the plane two rows apart.
I don't know for Hunter, but it was a plane ride from hell for me and everyone around me. The woman in front of me ...
... Ian in the Jama Elfna where he awaited his honey seller friend for a lift to Essaouira. After drinking orange juices in one of the café's overlooking the square, we became concerned, what if Ian had no lift with this honey seller after all, then to be stranded in a big city with no money. I decided to find him and give him a cash gift to keep him afloat for a while, only he was not where we had left him. We looked here and there, for a ...