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Trip report: Casablanca and Marrakech
"Dusty Furtile Morrocan" wrote in message ... [insert top-posted comment about Africa not being in Europe here] After a long and delay trip involving two EasyJet flights, we finally arrived in Casablanca. First time for both of us in Africa. As I have spent a lot of time in Asia, I found myself making comparisons immediately in regards to the surrounding chaos. Certain things like people forcing their way onto the train before others could get off and the like. It astonishes Europeans to see this behaviour, as it actually takes longer for the train to get underway and results in people getting shoved around. My wife was in a dire state of hunger by this stage, and so I opted that we take a taxi direct to Hotel Gallia, in the new town. The taxi driver that took us there from the train station didn't manage to rip us off, although he apparently tried to tell the receptionist of the hotel that he had done the hotel a favour. Whatever, the room was reasonable, with a shower inside, but oddly no toilet. In fact a number of the hotels we stayed in were like this. My question to you is: What do you do if you wake in the night needing a pee? Brave the dark hallways for the communal bog? Hmmm... Naturally there was a holiday on at that time, meaning many restaurants were closed. We were hungry, but no Moroccan food was to be found. The first night we had McDonalds, and the second Chinese. Never mind, as we got our fill of couscous in the following days. Immediate impressions of Casablanca. Well, in the film there was little reason to be there, and that's pretty much the case now. There's a reasonable medina, and an utterly mammoth mosque which beggars belief, and that's about it. The mosque is definitely worth touring. The architect did an awesome and very stylish job, right down to hiding the loud speakers out of sight. After seeing that, you can tick off Casablanca. Catching the train to Marrakech was pretty straightforward, with a few delays, and problems getting a seat, but the trains are modern and quite clean. The Marrakech train station is miles away from the old city, so we jumped in a taxi. In the centre of the steering wheel is a noisy button that seems to need to be pressed to make the car go forward. The traffic in Morocco is an excellent example of freedom. You are not bound by any of the usual rules, such as staying on one side of the road, or staying off the pavement. You can simply make a bee line for anywhere, and swerve around anything that's bigger, like a building. There are a zillion flea pit hotels in the old town, all in subtely varying states of squalor. We found ourselves one near the main square in Marrakech, which again had a shower and no toilet, but had a decent bed. Hot water was activated by shouting at the receptionist. Djemaa al-Fna? Yes, that's the massive 'square' in the centre of the old town where money has changed hands for centuries. Finally we found what we were expecting from Morocco, with numerous vendors, and showmen abound in a continuous flurry of activity. Freshly squeezed orange juice, olives, dates, snails, tea, hashish and banks of eateries, all nicely set up to rope in the tourists. The vendors are all too often over aggressive, which gets tiring fast. I got really ****ed off where we tried to watch some musicians, and was immediately badgered for money. After handing over a few dirham, another man then asked me for more money to watch, and got very aggressive when I didn't pay up, and refused to let the show proceed. There were dozens of (African) people around, but we were the only ones asked. Later, a man came up and threw a monkey on my wife's shoulder, which she didn't appreciate, and when I told him to get it off, he proceeded to throw it on me. I gave it some pistachio nuts, and told the man to leave us alone. A woman accosted my wife and just started drawing a henna tattoo on her hand, and after it was finished, demanded hundreds of dirhams for it. My wife handed over the equivalent of about ten euro, and I was livid. Sadly that type of thing happened all too often in Marrakech, and left us with a sour taste in our mouths. Fortunately it wasn't so bad in the rest of Morocco. There are also the souqs, which are a maze of little streets, where even more stuff is sold. Interestingly, many of the goods were made in China. Still, there are plenty of herbs and spices for sale, alongside a zillion different trinkets. Little wooden camel anyone? Other things of note: - With the mini taxis, try to get them to use the meter. They will often try to negotiate a price first, and it will be much higher that a metered fare. - In Marrakech, train tickets must be bought at the station, which is a fair way from the old town. A bus that goes there is easily found, but I have no idea where the returning bus starts from. It's apparently not too near the station. - Restaurant recommendation in Marrakech: Chez Brahim on Jamaa El Fna Rue Dabachi No. 38. Great atmosphere, food and value. A nice place to go after being hassled all day. - Also in Marrakech, go back the Djemaa El-Fna after dinner, and try the spicy ginseng tea. It gives you a serious buzz, and is served with a small plate of yummy cake. - Have a mint tea, if you dare. It's really a glass of green hot water with heroic amounts of sugar in it. In these quantities sugar induces giggly gurgly state, rendering the victim powerless against price gouging. Agree totally re Casa. Just miss it. Marra is Marra - helps if you speak French? I love the place. Must admit I never got drunk on any of countless mint teas! Strongly advise the smaller oasis towns south of the High Atlas. Surreyman |
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Trip report: Casablanca and Marrakech
[insert top-posted comment about Africa not being in Europe here]
After a long and delay trip involving two EasyJet flights, we finally arrived in Casablanca. First time for both of us in Africa. As I have spent a lot of time in Asia, I found myself making comparisons immediately in regards to the surrounding chaos. Certain things like people forcing their way onto the train before others could get off and the like. It astonishes Europeans to see this behaviour, as it actually takes longer for the train to get underway and results in people getting shoved around. My wife was in a dire state of hunger by this stage, and so I opted that we take a taxi direct to Hotel Gallia, in the new town. The taxi driver that took us there from the train station didn't manage to rip us off, although he apparently tried to tell the receptionist of the hotel that he had done the hotel a favour. Whatever, the room was reasonable, with a shower inside, but oddly no toilet. In fact a number of the hotels we stayed in were like this. My question to you is: What do you do if you wake in the night needing a pee? Brave the dark hallways for the communal bog? Hmmm... Naturally there was a holiday on at that time, meaning many restaurants were closed. We were hungry, but no Moroccan food was to be found. The first night we had McDonalds, and the second Chinese. Never mind, as we got our fill of couscous in the following days. Immediate impressions of Casablanca. Well, in the film there was little reason to be there, and that's pretty much the case now. There's a reasonable medina, and an utterly mammoth mosque which beggars belief, and that's about it. The mosque is definitely worth touring. The architect did an awesome and very stylish job, right down to hiding the loud speakers out of sight. After seeing that, you can tick off Casablanca. Catching the train to Marrakech was pretty straightforward, with a few delays, and problems getting a seat, but the trains are modern and quite clean. The Marrakech train station is miles away from the old city, so we jumped in a taxi. In the centre of the steering wheel is a noisy button that seems to need to be pressed to make the car go forward. The traffic in Morocco is an excellent example of freedom. You are not bound by any of the usual rules, such as staying on one side of the road, or staying off the pavement. You can simply make a bee line for anywhere, and swerve around anything that's bigger, like a building. There are a zillion flea pit hotels in the old town, all in subtely varying states of squalor. We found ourselves one near the main square in Marrakech, which again had a shower and no toilet, but had a decent bed. Hot water was activated by shouting at the receptionist. Djemaa al-Fna? Yes, that's the massive 'square' in the centre of the old town where money has changed hands for centuries. Finally we found what we were expecting from Morocco, with numerous vendors, and showmen abound in a continuous flurry of activity. Freshly squeezed orange juice, olives, dates, snails, tea, hashish and banks of eateries, all nicely set up to rope in the tourists. The vendors are all too often over aggressive, which gets tiring fast. I got really ****ed off where we tried to watch some musicians, and was immediately badgered for money. After handing over a few dirham, another man then asked me for more money to watch, and got very aggressive when I didn't pay up, and refused to let the show proceed. There were dozens of (African) people around, but we were the only ones asked. Later, a man came up and threw a monkey on my wife's shoulder, which she didn't appreciate, and when I told him to get it off, he proceeded to throw it on me. I gave it some pistachio nuts, and told the man to leave us alone. A woman accosted my wife and just started drawing a henna tattoo on her hand, and after it was finished, demanded hundreds of dirhams for it. My wife handed over the equivalent of about ten euro, and I was livid. Sadly that type of thing happened all too often in Marrakech, and left us with a sour taste in our mouths. Fortunately it wasn't so bad in the rest of Morocco. There are also the souqs, which are a maze of little streets, where even more stuff is sold. Interestingly, many of the goods were made in China. Still, there are plenty of herbs and spices for sale, alongside a zillion different trinkets. Little wooden camel anyone? Other things of note: - With the mini taxis, try to get them to use the meter. They will often try to negotiate a price first, and it will be much higher that a metered fare. - In Marrakech, train tickets must be bought at the station, which is a fair way from the old town. A bus that goes there is easily found, but I have no idea where the returning bus starts from. It's apparently not too near the station. - Restaurant recommendation in Marrakech: Chez Brahim on Jamaa El Fna Rue Dabachi No. 38. Great atmosphere, food and value. A nice place to go after being hassled all day. - Also in Marrakech, go back the Djemaa El-Fna after dinner, and try the spicy ginseng tea. It gives you a serious buzz, and is served with a small plate of yummy cake. - Have a mint tea, if you dare. It's really a glass of green hot water with heroic amounts of sugar in it. In these quantities sugar induces giggly gurgly state, rendering the victim powerless against price gouging. Next up: Rabat and Fez -- --- DFM - http://www.deepfriedmars.com --- -- |
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the most polluted NG is ...??
Poor cretin
"Dusty Furtile Morrocan" a écrit dans le message de ... [insert top-posted comment about Africa not being in Europe here] After a long and delay trip involving two EasyJet flights, we finally arrived in Casablanca. First time for both of us in Africa. As I have spent a lot of time in Asia, I found myself making comparisons immediately in regards to the surrounding chaos. Certain things like people forcing their way onto the train before others could get off and the like. It astonishes Europeans to see this behaviour, as it actually takes longer for the train to get underway and results in people getting shoved around. My wife was in a dire state of hunger by this stage, and so I opted that we take a taxi direct to Hotel Gallia, in the new town. The taxi driver that took us there from the train station didn't manage to rip us off, although he apparently tried to tell the receptionist of the hotel that he had done the hotel a favour. Whatever, the room was reasonable, with a shower inside, but oddly no toilet. In fact a number of the hotels we stayed in were like this. My question to you is: What do you do if you wake in the night needing a pee? Brave the dark hallways for the communal bog? Hmmm... Naturally there was a holiday on at that time, meaning many restaurants were closed. We were hungry, but no Moroccan food was to be found. The first night we had McDonalds, and the second Chinese. Never mind, as we got our fill of couscous in the following days. Immediate impressions of Casablanca. Well, in the film there was little reason to be there, and that's pretty much the case now. There's a reasonable medina, and an utterly mammoth mosque which beggars belief, and that's about it. The mosque is definitely worth touring. The architect did an awesome and very stylish job, right down to hiding the loud speakers out of sight. After seeing that, you can tick off Casablanca. Catching the train to Marrakech was pretty straightforward, with a few delays, and problems getting a seat, but the trains are modern and quite clean. The Marrakech train station is miles away from the old city, so we jumped in a taxi. In the centre of the steering wheel is a noisy button that seems to need to be pressed to make the car go forward. The traffic in Morocco is an excellent example of freedom. You are not bound by any of the usual rules, such as staying on one side of the road, or staying off the pavement. You can simply make a bee line for anywhere, and swerve around anything that's bigger, like a building. There are a zillion flea pit hotels in the old town, all in subtely varying states of squalor. We found ourselves one near the main square in Marrakech, which again had a shower and no toilet, but had a decent bed. Hot water was activated by shouting at the receptionist. Djemaa al-Fna? Yes, that's the massive 'square' in the centre of the old town where money has changed hands for centuries. Finally we found what we were expecting from Morocco, with numerous vendors, and showmen abound in a continuous flurry of activity. Freshly squeezed orange juice, olives, dates, snails, tea, hashish and banks of eateries, all nicely set up to rope in the tourists. The vendors are all too often over aggressive, which gets tiring fast. I got really ****ed off where we tried to watch some musicians, and was immediately badgered for money. After handing over a few dirham, another man then asked me for more money to watch, and got very aggressive when I didn't pay up, and refused to let the show proceed. There were dozens of (African) people around, but we were the only ones asked. Later, a man came up and threw a monkey on my wife's shoulder, which she didn't appreciate, and when I told him to get it off, he proceeded to throw it on me. I gave it some pistachio nuts, and told the man to leave us alone. A woman accosted my wife and just started drawing a henna tattoo on her hand, and after it was finished, demanded hundreds of dirhams for it. My wife handed over the equivalent of about ten euro, and I was livid. Sadly that type of thing happened all too often in Marrakech, and left us with a sour taste in our mouths. Fortunately it wasn't so bad in the rest of Morocco. There are also the souqs, which are a maze of little streets, where even more stuff is sold. Interestingly, many of the goods were made in China. Still, there are plenty of herbs and spices for sale, alongside a zillion different trinkets. Little wooden camel anyone? Other things of note: - With the mini taxis, try to get them to use the meter. They will often try to negotiate a price first, and it will be much higher that a metered fare. - In Marrakech, train tickets must be bought at the station, which is a fair way from the old town. A bus that goes there is easily found, but I have no idea where the returning bus starts from. It's apparently not too near the station. - Restaurant recommendation in Marrakech: Chez Brahim on Jamaa El Fna Rue Dabachi No. 38. Great atmosphere, food and value. A nice place to go after being hassled all day. - Also in Marrakech, go back the Djemaa El-Fna after dinner, and try the spicy ginseng tea. It gives you a serious buzz, and is served with a small plate of yummy cake. - Have a mint tea, if you dare. It's really a glass of green hot water with heroic amounts of sugar in it. In these quantities sugar induces giggly gurgly state, rendering the victim powerless against price gouging. Next up: Rabat and Fez -- --- DFM - http://www.deepfriedmars.com --- -- |
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Trip report: Casablanca and Marrakech
Whatever, the room was
reasonable, with a shower inside, but oddly no toilet. In fact a number of the hotels we stayed in were like this. My question to you is: What do you do if you wake in the night needing a pee? Brave the dark hallways for the communal bog? Hmmm... er.....pay more for the hotel....;-) |
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Trip report: Casablanca and Marrakech
On Sun, 06 Jan 2008 13:27:35 +0100, Dusty Furtile Morrocan
wrote: [insert top-posted comment about Africa not being in Europe here] After a long and delay trip involving two EasyJet flights, we finally arrived in Casablanca. First time for both of us in Africa. As I have spent a lot of time in Asia, I found myself making comparisons immediately in regards to the surrounding chaos. Certain things like people forcing their way onto the train before others could get off and the like. It astonishes Europeans to see this behaviour, as it actually takes longer for the train to get underway and results in people getting shoved around. My wife was in a dire state of hunger by this stage, and so I opted that we take a taxi direct to Hotel Gallia, in the new town. The taxi driver that took us there from the train station didn't manage to rip us off, although he apparently tried to tell the receptionist of the hotel that he had done the hotel a favour. Whatever, the room was reasonable, with a shower inside, but oddly no toilet. In fact a number of the hotels we stayed in were like this. My question to you is: What do you do if you wake in the night needing a pee? Brave the dark hallways for the communal bog? Hmmm... Naturally there was a holiday on at that time, meaning many restaurants were closed. We were hungry, but no Moroccan food was to be found. The first night we had McDonalds, and the second Chinese. Never mind, as we got our fill of couscous in the following days. Immediate impressions of Casablanca. Well, in the film there was little reason to be there, and that's pretty much the case now. There's a reasonable medina, and an utterly mammoth mosque which beggars belief, and that's about it. The mosque is definitely worth touring. The architect did an awesome and very stylish job, right down to hiding the loud speakers out of sight. After seeing that, you can tick off Casablanca. Catching the train to Marrakech was pretty straightforward, with a few delays, and problems getting a seat, but the trains are modern and quite clean. The Marrakech train station is miles away from the old city, so we jumped in a taxi. In the centre of the steering wheel is a noisy button that seems to need to be pressed to make the car go forward. The traffic in Morocco is an excellent example of freedom. You are not bound by any of the usual rules, such as staying on one side of the road, or staying off the pavement. You can simply make a bee line for anywhere, and swerve around anything that's bigger, like a building. There are a zillion flea pit hotels in the old town, all in subtely varying states of squalor. We found ourselves one near the main square in Marrakech, which again had a shower and no toilet, but had a decent bed. Hot water was activated by shouting at the receptionist. Djemaa al-Fna? Yes, that's the massive 'square' in the centre of the old town where money has changed hands for centuries. Finally we found what we were expecting from Morocco, with numerous vendors, and showmen abound in a continuous flurry of activity. Freshly squeezed orange juice, olives, dates, snails, tea, hashish and banks of eateries, all nicely set up to rope in the tourists. The vendors are all too often over aggressive, which gets tiring fast. I got really ****ed off where we tried to watch some musicians, and was immediately badgered for money. After handing over a few dirham, another man then asked me for more money to watch, and got very aggressive when I didn't pay up, and refused to let the show proceed. There were dozens of (African) people around, but we were the only ones asked. Later, a man came up and threw a monkey on my wife's shoulder, which she didn't appreciate, and when I told him to get it off, he proceeded to throw it on me. I gave it some pistachio nuts, and told the man to leave us alone. A woman accosted my wife and just started drawing a henna tattoo on her hand, and after it was finished, demanded hundreds of dirhams for it. My wife handed over the equivalent of about ten euro, and I was livid. Sadly that type of thing happened all too often in Marrakech, and left us with a sour taste in our mouths. Fortunately it wasn't so bad in the rest of Morocco. There are also the souqs, which are a maze of little streets, where even more stuff is sold. Interestingly, many of the goods were made in China. Still, there are plenty of herbs and spices for sale, alongside a zillion different trinkets. Little wooden camel anyone? Other things of note: - With the mini taxis, try to get them to use the meter. They will often try to negotiate a price first, and it will be much higher that a metered fare. - In Marrakech, train tickets must be bought at the station, which is a fair way from the old town. A bus that goes there is easily found, but I have no idea where the returning bus starts from. It's apparently not too near the station. - Restaurant recommendation in Marrakech: Chez Brahim on Jamaa El Fna Rue Dabachi No. 38. Great atmosphere, food and value. A nice place to go after being hassled all day. - Also in Marrakech, go back the Djemaa El-Fna after dinner, and try the spicy ginseng tea. It gives you a serious buzz, and is served with a small plate of yummy cake. - Have a mint tea, if you dare. It's really a glass of green hot water with heroic amounts of sugar in it. In these quantities sugar induces giggly gurgly state, rendering the victim powerless against price gouging. Next up: Rabat and Fez -- --- DFM - http://www.deepfriedmars.com Great stuff - keep up the good work. Also stayed a night in Casablanca - hotel was a case of faded elegance. In Marrakesh, stayed in the Grand Hotel Tazi just around the corner from the Djemaa - one of the few places in the old town that served beer. Comfortable room and excellent food - the tajines were out of this world. --- Keith (formerly of Bristol UK) now moved to Berlin/nach Berlin umgezogen |
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Trip report: Casablanca and Marrakech
"SuperDung" wrote in message ... Whatever, the room was reasonable, with a shower inside, but oddly no toilet. In fact a number of the hotels we stayed in were like this. My question to you is: What do you do if you wake in the night needing a pee? Brave the dark hallways for the communal bog? Hmmm... er.....pay more for the hotel....;-) I kind of thought that. I don't think I paid more than 40 Euro per night and never had a room without full facilities, though some of the rooms were tatty. tim |
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Trip report: Casablanca and Marrakech
"Martin" wrote in message ... On Sun, 06 Jan 2008 12:25:50 GMT, "a.spencer3" wrote: Agree totally re Casa. Just miss it. Marra is Marra - helps if you speak French? I love the place. Must admit I never got drunk on any of countless mint teas! I saw a snippet on Dutch TV of a program about Dutch royal tours of 2007. In the bazaar in Istanbul a carpet seller offered the queen, her son and his Argentinean born wife Maxima, tea. Maxima said to the Turk in Dutch "We are a typical Dutch family, we take the free offers, but never buy anything" I tried to turn down the offer (as I don't like tea) and the response was "are you refusing my hospitality". This kind of puts one in a position where you have to accept. I took the tea and discovered that it doesn't taste anything like the stuff sold in England. As to (not) buying something, if you really don't want it, it is easy (if time consuming) to avoid. The opening prices are staggeringly high - they may be good value for hand made quality items (assuming that they are hand made quality items), but I have no desire to buy such items in this environment and would only be interested in cheap (but functional) tat, which it is not. tim |
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Trip report: Casablanca and Marrakech
"tim....." wrote in message ... "SuperDung" wrote in message ... Whatever, the room was reasonable, with a shower inside, but oddly no toilet. In fact a number of the hotels we stayed in were like this. My question to you is: What do you do if you wake in the night needing a pee? Brave the dark hallways for the communal bog? Hmmm... er.....pay more for the hotel....;-) I kind of thought that. I don't think I paid more than 40 Euro per night and never had a room without full facilities, though some of the rooms were tatty. Last year, in March, I paid MAD 515 (Euro 47) for a double room with full buffet breakfast at the Ibis, next door to the train station. It had a very nice outdoor pool and a bus to Djemaa el Fnaa (MAD 3) stopped right outside the front door. That was by booking on Accor's website (http://www.accorhotels.com) 2 weeks in advance. Gerry |
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Trip report: Casablanca and Marrakech
Enjoy, martin !
"Martin" a écrit dans le message de ... On Sun, 6 Jan 2008 15:11:20 -0000, "Gerald Oliver Swift" wrote: "tim....." wrote in message ... "SuperDung" wrote in message ... Whatever, the room was reasonable, with a shower inside, but oddly no toilet. In fact a number of the hotels we stayed in were like this. My question to you is: What do you do if you wake in the night needing a pee? Brave the dark hallways for the communal bog? Hmmm... er.....pay more for the hotel....;-) I kind of thought that. I don't think I paid more than 40 Euro per night and never had a room without full facilities, though some of the rooms were tatty. Last year, in March, I paid MAD 515 (Euro 47) for a double room with full buffet breakfast at the Ibis, next door to the train station. It had a very nice outdoor pool and a bus to Djemaa el Fnaa (MAD 3) stopped right outside the front door. That was by booking on Accor's website (http://www.accorhotels.com) 2 weeks in advance. Where is the fun in that? It left you with nothing to complain about when you got back. ) -- Martin |
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Dirty Futile anglo polluting Morocco
"Dusty Furtile Morrocan" a écrit dans le message de ... On the particular moment of Sun, 6 Jan 2008 15:11:20 -0000 in relation to Mary's disappointingly immaculate rumpy pumpy, "Gerald Oliver Swift" put forth: "tim....." wrote in message ... "SuperDung" wrote in message ... Whatever, the room was reasonable, with a shower inside, but oddly no toilet. In fact a number of the hotels we stayed in were like this. My question to you is: What do you do if you wake in the night needing a pee? Brave the dark hallways for the communal bog? Hmmm... er.....pay more for the hotel....;-) I kind of thought that. I don't think I paid more than 40 Euro per night and never had a room without full facilities, though some of the rooms were tatty. Last year, in March, I paid MAD 515 (Euro 47) for a double room with full buffet breakfast at the Ibis, next door to the train station. It had a very nice outdoor pool and a bus to Djemaa el Fnaa (MAD 3) stopped right outside the front door. That was by booking on Accor's website (http://www.accorhotels.com) 2 weeks in advance. The problem being that the hotel is in the arse end of town! -- --- DFM - http://www.deepfriedmars.com --- -- |
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