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May 23, 2014 - PM
MARRAKECH to ESSAOUIRA By Bus (3 hrs)
Riad Thais, 360 dh, double including breakfast
Supratours Bus to the Beach
After dropping the rental car at Marrakech Airport Long-Term parking, we immediately caught the airport bus to the main train station.
Adjacent to the train station, and next to the Ibis Hotel, is the Supratours bus ...
... my meals better meant that I didn't starve. Since I cannot afford anything more, I have boiled water and put it into my bottle instead of buying bottled water. What do I have left for the rest of my days, well it's a measly 120 dirham which equates to roughly 12 dollars, not a whole lot when I need to cover my own meals for a total of 2 full days. Desperate purchases of the day & Cleaver bargaining - I was still in search of 2 items but only wanted to spent 120 for ...
... at a smart and youthful looking pasta bar, so there we dined, at the Baladin, on pesto garlic spaghetti and tomato mozarella salad. Much to my joy I also sussed out a link to some nearby wifi. Its seldom I have had a good connection here. When I do find them they are so slow, that very little can be done.
Back at our apartment, there was still no comunication with Jeremy, and definitely no sorrys have come from him, not for anything, never ever. This is why I have ...
... The other weird thing about Essaouira is that the place was over run by cats, they were not wild but were everywhere..
We were told about a really good french restaurant in Essaouira which we decided to try. We went down a very dark alley, road all being dug up, followed the sign through to the restaurant and found ourselves in the most beautiful courtyard. The waiter gave us the menu and when we asked for the wine list, we were told that they didn't have ...
... mint tea, commonly known as ‘Berber whiskey’. We sat there for an hour and talked, planning out the next leg of our trip.
Estela was looking for a sweater and so we found our way into a shop run by a Berber nomad named Habib. He offered us tea, and I plopped down on one of his rugs (he was a rug vendor) and leaned against a dozen more. We talked about traveling and the majority of his year that he spends with his family in a Kasbah on the southeast corner ...