There is a bus that goes from the campsite into the
centre of Marrakech. There are no set times or prices, so just ask at
reception. We took up this offer and headed in to explore and soak up
the buzz of the shopping metropolis. Arriving at the Main square of
Djeema el Fna, we were so disappointed. There was no buzz at all. Just a
few bored looking snakes and their charmers and millions of orange juice
vendors. Perhaps because there is still this festival of the sheep going
on that it was so dead. We went in search of a place for Nat to stay as
she is staying on for a few days without us. The famous backpacker
magnet, Hotel Ali, was awful and expensive, so we explored a little
further and found Riad Chellah down a small side street with sweet
little rooms for very cheap. My mind is now at rest that I can safely
leave her here. We wondered around the Souqs, which we crammed full with
amazing stuff but geesh, these Marrakech locals are thieves! Natty asked
for a fresh orange juice and the guy wanted 1 euro, when clearly the
price is 3 dirhams (30 cents) I wonder how many tourists fall for that.
Also, we had a lunch at a super café with a pretty little
courtyard serving simple pizzas and salads but when we asked for the
bill, the guy just added it up on the calculator and showed us the
total. I knew it was way too much and insisted he bring me the menu
again to check the prices. He had sneaked in an extra 10 dirhams onto
every item we had, plus had doubled the price of the cokes. This really
annoyed me. We just left the correct amount on the table and walked out.
Again, I wonder how many tourists he managed to scam today. We did
managed to find the small metal barbeque, which we have seen all the
locals use. Great for making a fire anywhere. A fantastic addition to
our trip. After wandering around some back streets, we found a gorgeous
restaurant, called Narwama, serving Thai and Moroccan favourites.
Perfect for our farewell dinner tonight. We seriously didn't get hassled
at all as all the guidebooks warn you about. The power of just ignoring
them works wonders! We came back into town later and I insisted we went
back to the square to see if it was any different. Oh my word, what a
change. All the food sellers were out and the place was heaving. The
guys who run the stalls are very funny, you have to stop and chat with
them. Stand no. 114 in particular. Claims he is Jamie Oliver. There was
such a fabulous vibe, we almost wished we could stay and eat there but
we had our seriously fab restaurant to get to. We had a stunning meal in
Narwama, thanks to Dad for sponsoring that. Lovely food and Moroccan
wine all round. |
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