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Published: September 10th 2007
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September 8, 2007
It has been a few days since our last entry so this is what has happened. After Fes, we boarded a train to Meknes. The train system is supposedly the best in all of Africa. As we approach Meknes, we realize that we dont know where our stop is. Morocco doesnt mark the stops. We asked a group of Frenchies in front of us if it was our stop and they said yes. Our train started moving, before we had our bags off the luggage rack. Curtis got off first while the train was at about 2 mph. Deidre on the other hand had to make the leap at about 5 mph. Curtis barely could run to keep up. In a heroic act of courage, he took Deidres hand as she plummeted to the ground. She landed on our feet. the train laughed at us.
Meknes, one of the 3 imperial cities, is a peaceful place very similar to Fes without the crowds and hustlers. Still, not that much cleaner. We saw the Mausoleum of Moulay Ismail, many artisanal shops, some spice souqs, and hung out mostly in the Place el-Hedim. el-Hedim is a large open air square
with shops aligned on the outskirts, a great place to have a cafe au lait or mint tea and people watch.
September 9, 2007
Early in the morning we caught the train to Rabat. Rabat is Moroccos capital, and entirely different than the other cities. its cleaner, more European and very picturesque. We decided to skip shopping and sight seeing, and instead headed down to the beach. Its on the Atlantic, with great views of all the white washed buildings towering over the sand. We didnt really go swimming, because it would have made Deidre about the only woman there in a bathing suit. Curtis, on the other hand, went in for a little while. At night, we went to Hotel Balima to have a beer and people watch. It was one of the only places in Rabat to drink beer, and the only one women are accepted at. In two hours, we managed to get two beers each. Morocco has slooooooow service. But the beers were awful. There only seems to be one type of beer here; and it tastes like a mixture of flat coors light and foot odor. So we went back to our hotel, which is
entirely pink. Not princess pink, neon, salmon pink. And tiny.
September 10, 2007
We left in the morning to catch a train to Marrekech. We got here in the afternoon after a five hour train ride. Now we are waiting for a night bus to take us to Zagora, so we can take a camel ride through the desert.
P.S. We are running out of clean clothes, and by that we mean everything has been worn and sweated through three times. Its hot, and having squat toilets in 90s makes for some interesting smells. Curtis refuses to use them, so we stop by a lot of cafes to use their toilets...I mean get something to drink.
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Well, you get marrakesh but I have your cats. Pow has been sitting on my lap purring. Jake has fleas-and hasn't even been outside. Grandparents set their own rules.