MOROCCO! WOW! A big difference from the calm and peaceful Europe. Travelling with Marie.
On our first day we got ourselves matching black Henna tattoos which apparently last for a month and which we were very proud of but later found out black henna is made of terrible chemicals which according to the Lonely Planet can cause blistering and severe allergic reactions - you will be happy to know that we were fine.
Marie and I stayed in a nice Riad inside the city walls and unfortunately got a wee bit lost getting back that evening, the local street children thought our uselessness and insistence that we didn't need help (when we obv did) hilarious. This hilarity continued every night until we left as the children weren't afraid to remind us of our map-challengedness.
For the next day our wandering went something like this:
Got lost in the Djeena El Fna (central market), stopped for coffee, got more lost in the market, found a coffee shop, went and visited a tomb and queued for almost an hour to see boring green tiles, had lunch, did more shopping, had dinner in the main square while watching all the snake handlers/story tellers/Juice stalls and general craziness going on around us. LOVE IT.
The next day we arranged for a taxi to take us to the nearby Atlas Mountains to visit some waterfalls and stopped off at about five fleecing stations before we even got to the waterfalls. The bracelet I bought there from a 'real Berber' has broken already but it was nice to leave the hustle of the city for a day.
That evening shortly after dinner Marie got chatted up by a Frence Truck driver/ Jessie Metcalfe lookalike (and yes her fluent French helped give him her number)
On our last day Marie felt brave enough (some would say stupid enough) to wear a short skirt....needless to say along with her blonde hair I was offered 50 camels for her (apparently the going rate is 20 - well done Marie.
The only downer to our trip was learning that the restaurant whose helpful staff had helped to scare off some drugged up local intrigued with our skimpy clothes was blown up in a political statement the day we left.
On our first day we got ourselves matching black Henna tattoos which apparently last for a month and which we were very proud of but later found out black henna is made of terrible chemicals which according to the Lonely Planet can cause blistering and severe allergic reactions - you will be happy to know that we were fine.
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| Drying off our awesome Henna tattoos |
For the next day our wandering went something like this:
Got lost in the Djeena El Fna (central market), stopped for coffee, got more lost in the market, found a coffee shop, went and visited a tomb and queued for almost an hour to see boring green tiles, had lunch, did more shopping, had dinner in the main square while watching all the snake handlers/story tellers/Juice stalls and general craziness going on around us. LOVE IT.
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| A bustling stall in the main square |
The next day we arranged for a taxi to take us to the nearby Atlas Mountains to visit some waterfalls and stopped off at about five fleecing stations before we even got to the waterfalls. The bracelet I bought there from a 'real Berber' has broken already but it was nice to leave the hustle of the city for a day.
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| "would you like to stop for a view?" - NOW BUY SOMETHING!!!! Fleecing Station Number 1 |
That evening shortly after dinner Marie got chatted up by a Frence Truck driver/ Jessie Metcalfe lookalike (and yes her fluent French helped give him her number)
On our last day Marie felt brave enough (some would say stupid enough) to wear a short skirt....needless to say along with her blonde hair I was offered 50 camels for her (apparently the going rate is 20 - well done Marie.
The only downer to our trip was learning that the restaurant whose helpful staff had helped to scare off some drugged up local intrigued with our skimpy clothes was blown up in a political statement the day we left.
