When we arrived on the outer rim of Marrakesh at Marrakesh Menara international airport at around nine at night all seemed normal from the window of the taxi but as we began to immerse ourselves in the old part of the ancient city we seemed to be in some sort of time machine and the more we moved to further back in time we went. The taxi zigzagged deep into the narrow dark alleys littering the city as far as was possible by vehicle and to be honest i was uneasy and did not want to get out, it was all to much. Then from nowhere a man with a wooden cart that he most likely made himself appeared and he loaded our cases onto it. He then made a gesture to follow him the taxi
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