Palm Plaza Hotel Marrakech

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... them some money so the best thing to do is not even to engage in conversation with them but Ian keeps doing silly things like asking where things are then we cant get rid of the people they are following us around the streets it making me really on edge! In the end we did not see any of the sights we just made our way back to the square to see if they had a newspaper as Ian wants to see the football scores when all of a sudden someone grabbed hold of me ...

... goods fake bags etc and then we got to the big square I did not want to go until the night time but we could not miss it really. We got dragged straight away by a woman doing henna so I now have another henna tattoo.It only cost me 8 pound but she was dissapointed and I think she wanted more. <br><br>We then went and had some local mint tea and walked some more amazingly we did find our way back to our hotel and we went and sat on the terrace in the sun. Got ready after that ...

... three hundred years, the tombs sat untouched, until an aerial photograph exposed them in 1917!]<br><br>After the tombs, and feeling a little peaked by the intense sun and all the walking, we returned to Café du Livres for a some down time, a few snacks, and more Internet access, before going back to our hotel for our bags and then heading to the train station. Yesterday, we bought tickets for the 7pm tonight train ride to Fez &#8211; where we ...

... of spices &#8211; mint, cinnamon, vanilla &#8211; oh my!) and stopped at Café de Epices (accent over the first &#8220;e&#8221;) for a late-morning snack. We had some café con leches (with interesting, fresh spices added &#8211; wow!) and sandwiches de fromage as we ate on their third-floor terrace overlooking thousands of souq rooftops. It was lovely.<br><br>From our refreshments, we again hit the souqs and spotted a tiny &#8220;Cyber/C@fe/Internet&#8221; shop ...

... stepping daintily around a dead chèvre (goat), we found the little sucker (a micro hidden in a cubby hole in a clay/straw wall) and... I do believe Wales now has a new geoaddict! ;D <br><br> That night (alas, my last in dear Morocco!), we headed for the legendary "Djemaa el Fna" Square for a sunset ...

... tiled in the typically ornate Moroccan fashion, and set the scene for things to come. Round the corner were millions and zillions of cactii, every single one in a new ridiculous contortion, it was great. I suppose the main centrepiece of the ...

... a wealth of culture and produce, and attracted an equal volume of incentive for shadier busenessmen men and outright cutthroats. The stores would have to be able to shut down fast to avoid robbery. Unknown to us but a welcome surprise was that there is an old 'Joo-eef' (judaic) district. We tried to get through it, but the combination of unscrupulous guides and un-navigatable streets made it difficult. We gave ...

... and the next day I followed him to Amizmiz, a Berber village up in the mountains. It was paradise. Marrakech is fascinating. It's really like being in 'Aladdin.' Stepping back into medieval times. As you wander through the souks with their red walls you bump into women all covered in black, snake charmers, witch doctors, carpet sellers, storks sitting in their nests, stray cats, cute little kids running around ...