Riad Utopia Suites & Spa
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We met our guide Sunday morning and left for town. The Atlas Mountains were fairly visible, so I attempted a picture. We passed the Koutoubia Mosque (the most striking mosque in the city), then entered the medina (the old city) and the souks (individual shops). There is a communal bakery where ...
... plaster, cedar wood; the works) and is actually a new boutique hotel with only 8 rooms in the old medina of Marrakesh. Nice!! From the looks of it, it would be a fun, cool place to stay. Maybe next time… As we entered the restaurant a man was seated by the entrance playing a traditional Moroccan stringed instrument. I could swear he was playing Old Susanna. I think he adlibbed an extra little musical verse – threw me ...
Picture a zoo, with free flowing motos and bikes, throw in a few jugglers and auctioneers multiply times 10000000000000. This pretty sums up the Djemma el Fna square, which is in the heart of Marrakesh. A tourist trap if you ask me. It definitely is a must see! Just hang on to your wallets and hats!
Sasha was always charmed by medieval cities with narrow streets, lively markets, religious monuments and old fashioned people. That would be a ...
... guests. The previous night’s tip was actually quite small by US standards, but it made all the difference.
I do believe we encountered bed bugs for the first time of our trip. The girls woke to several ‘mosquito’ bites, but the place had no mosquitoes. Mason and I had none. For the first time in the four months of travel, we have encountered what everybody back home warned us about, the terror of bedbugs. We slept in nine countries: ...
... feeding the velociraptors in Jurassic Park. Shifting uneasily from side to side, sweating uncontrollably, stealing glances at the exit, oh how I wish I could but bolting just isn't an option. The bag will slow me down and I'll get lost.
So I sing, in a fashion...and clap (I'm rather proud of my clapping) and dance around and around, clearly panic-stricken and out of my depths and the children are paralysed. What by is a good question; curiosity ...