Marrakech was a stunning city that felt like being inside a cool computer game (yes, I'm an old gamer) and the market, Djemaa el Fna, struck us with full force. An old lady started talking to us and I've, who'd just been to Thailand, was very polite and said "no thanks" to her henna tattoo offer but that was not an option. While Cat left me and went on walking she grabbed my hand and said something about "gift for you!!". And even though I struggled some and repeated that we didn't have any money she insisted on her wanting to paint a flower on my hand and I was way to scared of her to say no. Then she started asking us for gifts,. What? We don't have anything! But it ended, mainly cause she'd kidnapped my hand, by us giving her our chocolate. Resigned and a bit scared with a (sorry to say) hideous red henna tattoo flower on my hand we moved along and tried to find a guest house which wasn't as easy as we'd thought.
The souks and/or Medina beyond the central market place, Djemaa el Fna in Marrakech.
Busy, hot and scary. Getting lost is one of the easiest things do to while everyone wants you to buy their scarf.
Busy, hot and scary. Getting lost is one of the easiest things do to while everyone wants you to buy their scarf.
Checking out wiki travel at an interet café was helpful but all the hotels had changed both their names and prices + we didn't have a map of the city. But it wouldn't have helped us anyways, we (or rahter I, for some strange reason Cat always knew where we were) got horribly lost in the medina but somehow we finally found a secret ally that lead to all the hotels near the market and while we thought that we were getting fooled by a local guy "offering us to show us a good hotel" it actually turned out to be someone who wasn't taking advantage of us and we found our home. Sleeping on the terrace the first two nights, a bit chilly after dark dropping down to what felt like +10 C, at the Hotel Afriquia for 40 Dirham per person/night.
Our terrace at the Hotel, overlooking the city.
The hotel interior, filled with mosaic and tile. And in the middle of thecourtyard an orange tree that with real oranges that were just our of our reach.
The Main Mosque, Koutoubia that spread its prays over the city at random times,or we thought they were pretty random.
But after a while I started liking the pleading song to Allah.
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Hah, we picked oranges on Malta :-D
btw, are you not tired of picking fruit yet?
Uhm... Well. There is some sort of strange war going on inside my head. "I hate fruit - I love fruit!"
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