Gray Boutique Hotel and Spa
- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
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... was a group dinner. Lauren and I were prepared for this, but were shocked by the chosen restaurant. It was luxurious; origami-ed white napkins and wine glasses. And it was priced to match. The expectation was that we would all order a three course meal. After blanching at the menu we both accepted that eating here would be a necessary blow to our budget. We'd rather pay a few more dollars than start the tour on a terrible footing. So we picked a couple of cheap things and ...
... was lucky his wife wasn't home or she might have got cranky with 11 tourist walking through her house. But it was a lovely house and very cool inside which was a nice relief from the heat outside. At the end if the tour one of the girls went to tip the guide (because anytime someone helped you with anything at all you needed to tip over here) and which was promptly refused by the guide and given back, took her a minute to realise she had given him 1 DH which equates to about ...
These were our last couple of days in Morocco. After driving back to Casablanca from Essaouira, we arranged to meet up with Christine and Stephanie Russo, who had also just arrived in Casablanca, ready to start their tour of Morocco. On Sunday Ron led the five of us on the Lonely Planet walking tour of Casablanca, he was a lot better than some of the local guides that we've had and we didn't need to tip him. After our walk and lunch, we ...
... they can sell a shore excursion of "The Best of Casablanca" with lunch! They did, however, play the movie Casablanca in the theatre on board but I missed it.
My title today is one of the infamous phrases taken from the film.
Today’s Morocco was a total surprise for me. I’m not sure what I expected. Men riding around town on camels maybe? Ahh, that’s another shore excursion! You can go into the desert and ...
... it being a Sunday, the streets were quiet apart from a film crew in the process of shooting what appeared to be a soap opera. The rest of my journey passed without incident. That is until i got near to where i thought my hotel was. By this point, my pack was killing me and i was drenched in sweat. I asked a parking attendant who said it was slightly further back then the next thing i knew, a petit taxi picked me up and took me back the 100m or so to ...