Hotel Le Marrakech
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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.
We walked. It was hot.
Lunch at (name coming) on way to Jardin Majorelle. I was dying for some iced tea. Of course, there was nothing like that on the menu. I saw someone at a table with a glass of ice, and it occurred to me that I could make my own.
We ordered Salade Variee and The Noir with glasses of ice. The server looked at us with confusion, "Verres? Avec glacons?" Oui. He went over to make the tea, which was right in front of where ...
... 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 ...
... how the landscape changed the further south I came. As I passed Casablanca I saw the city, growing and sprawling on my right and old people working the fields using very traditional methods to my left. Where else would you find such diversity. I arrived in Marrakech just after midday and headed straight for the centre of town to both check it out and look for hotels. I thought Rabat was mad, Marrakech knocked it into a cocked hat. It was ...
... large brown eyes. As kids, some of us were embarrassed for her when we stumbled across bare breasted tribal women hidden deep inside the glossy pages of National Geographic. Others slightly resented her with millions of starving children. We sat alone at the dinner table, chastised, long after the plates had cleared, chewing on fatty chunks of meat floating in cold irish stew. We have been in Africa for two ...