Marrakech Travel Blog› entry 6 of 24 › view all entries
June 26th, 2007 – by: Ann_Hells
That morning Continental breakfast served in the hotel, the waiter brough us a croissant and bread, a lot of bread. It was not exactly a very varied breakfast like I like. This hotel was for Westerners though, it had normal toilets and showers and sheets and blankets on the bed. These luxuries cannot (or people would rather them not) be "wasted" on Moroccans in this country, as we would soon find out.
Since we would be leaving the same day we left our bags at the front desk and asked directions to the central square of the city where the Zoco or shopping and entertainment area is located.
We walked down the broad avenue of Mohamed V for a very long time until we saw a mosque with gardens and decided to stop. After a while, all the mosques look similar since we are not allowed inside. So we basically just walked around the gardens for a while and I looked at all the cats, there were cats everywhere! Even more than in Casablanca. We saw a lady feeding a kitten but half the cats looked starved to death. the gardens were amazingly beautiful, under the heat of the sun it was amazing that the flowers could be sunch brilliant colors and everything so well kept and watered. By the garden was a Muslim grave site, but again we were not allowed in. It looked pretty normal anyway. We walked up some more and got to a square where the streets turned smaller, I was pretty sure we were lost so we walked up the street to ask for directions again.
once we got the the Zoco we were surprised by a lack of activity, we had been told that there would be many shops and entertainment but all there was were people selling orange juice and vegetables and dates.
Then we went into the Medina which was nicer than the one in Casablanca, but you could tell it was also more aimed at tourists. Between the small shops there were often french restaurants, we went into one and everyone was European and they were playing that ketchup song so I felt like I was right back in Spain.
I ordered some Moroccan food but it was not too good. Back at the main square after walking around for hours I ordered an orange juice with no pulp and found a little kitten by the side of the bar.
To get the taxi there was some trouble, but this time we were prepared. The taxi drivers started fighting to take us, so we took the opportunity to ask who would give us the better price. The taxi drivers fought about this until one guy offered to take 80 dirham for taking us to the hotel, waiting for us to get the bags and then taking us back to the airport. Less than half of what we had paid the previous night for a longer trip! Yeah go us we save 12 Euro!
We picked up the bags and went to the airport, and the rest of this is my dad being silly.
Getting there the first thing they asked for was a voucher which you are supposed to print out when you make the order.
When he got back with the voucher the lady asked for his credit card. He got out his wallet and uh oh, it was not there.
We spent so long trying to figure out where he had left it, a good 20 minutes there with the lady getting more and more frustrated with us. Then I lifted up the lonely planet guide and there it was, under the book. So we gave it to the lady and she said it didn't work. It needed to have a magnetic strip. So then my dad had to use his American card.
So we finally got the car.
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