Reaching our Limits
Trip Start May 04, 2011
124Trip End Oct 08, 2012
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Gratefully, we hired a driver to take us back to the Medina determined to hit all of the remaining attractions we hadn't yet seen. With a stop at the bus station to purchase our tickets to Essaouira and Casablanca then to multiple banks to find a working ATM, the driver dropped us off as close as possible to the Bahia Palace
It was right about now that the heat exhaustion got the best of me. As Lowell likes to put it, he “broke me.” Again, as a result of not getting proper cardio exercise, my body began to ache and I reached a point when I couldn’t walk another foot. A perfect moment for us to find a restroom, share an Orangina (Lowell’s favorite) until I recovered and was able to forge on.
Next stop was the Medrasa de Ben Youssef, one of the few Islamic buildings open to the public. It served as a boarding school for students of the Koran. Exiting here is where the full day turned us sour. Typically, getting lost among the labyrinth we were forced to ask for directions, aka, be escorted for a small fee to our destination. Arriving at our wits end, we managed to get dragged to a tannery. We said we were not going to pay, if he wanted to take us great, but we are not giving you money. To which he responded, “No money, no honey, no worry.” Sure enough we get led deeper and deeper into the abyss where we see fewer and fewer tourists. We were definitely among the locals now. We knew we were close to the tanneries by the horrendous smell of shit
We still had one more attraction to see before we could retire for the night, which was the main Plaza Jemm de Fna. Unfortunately, I was feeling ill and it took every last bit of energy for Lowell to get me back to the Riad. Worse still was that we were being moved to a new location this night which as it turned out was clean but did not have wireless access and in addition to the rowdy kids playing ball outside our window, the shower ran on solar heat and was so scorching hot that we couldn’t shower. The two amenities that we desired most, a cold shower and Wi-Fi were not available.
Frustrated with the situation, we made an executive decision to relocate to a room closer to the main square and to leave what seemed like the not so ideal Riad. Clouded by our frustrations, we were not making the rashest of decisions and regretted our move. It meant schlepping our suitcases through the masses, getting lost and working on no fuel, we finally arrived at the hotel recommended in the book. Hotel Shirizade was quite a disappointment compared to the caliber of Riads we had known to this point. Kicking ourselves, we made the best of it; we tried out the local stalls for some kebob and cookies. We meandered around the square a little more before calling it a night and crashing. Good thing Lowell was testing out the new snoring seeds. They seem to be working.