Marrakech.
There was an agreement to never speak of this place again.
But despite the general feelings the group had towards the place, it makes for a pretty sweet photo or 2.
This is the 5 star hostel we stayed at. It was pretty sweet as you can see.
It had good views and a sweet place to smoke a shisha and have a beer, when the staff decided they could be bothered selling them to you.
It was located in the souks. It was Ramadan so all the locals were psyched to see us cruising around eating and drinking, which they didn't mind too much letting us know about.
They also didn't mind telling the girls what they thought of their choice of attire. On one side you had guys offering a considerable amount of chickens for her hand, and the other, spitting and lashing. Either way it was pretty funny. Dudes rule here, so thats cool.
Come night time this place transforms onto a colourful, bustling market! Around sun down the sirens bellow over the city, the signal that the days sacrifice of food, water and sexual relations to Allah have concluded. So the feast begins. What is an empty square during the day becomes a temporary market of small restaurants...all hustling hard for your business.
The area is controlled by the government and meets strict sanitary regulations.
That said, avoid the chicken. But indulge in the skewered meats, tanjines, cous cous, olives, salads and the best fries i've had in my life. Also available all hours are wagons packed with incredible dried fruits and nuts for next to nothing!
The souks is cool, but only a couple days need to be spent there. Make sure you have an extra 20k of luggage for your return because this place has amazing everything you could ever want for your house. Sweet clothes and robes, t-shirts really cheap Ray-bans (Guaranteed authentic) and all sorts of chess boards, plates and decorative blah blah blah. Its crazy!
Get out of the souks and go to the beach and the Atlas mountains. That is what i would do if i ever went back. We went to a water fall. It was a long bus ride, mainly due to the fact they over sold the bus and we had to wait for another to arrive. While we were chewing the fat with our new bus friends we all talked about how much we payed. Then we found out how much the hostels commission was. CROOKS!! Don't do it.
First stop. Where they tried the hard sale on us. No one was keen.
Yonny. Laughing at the task the ladies had ahead in the toilet.
Second stop. Local grabs baby camel by the neck for a photo while it whines in horrible pain. Hot stepped it back to the van and hi-tailed it out of there.
Finally made it to the falls. First challenge, cross the river. Lucky they just installed this feature.
The hard road.
Mountain cooling systems.
This was a seriously hard little bridge to cross.
The End. Now we are off to Madrid. But we are not alone....
