We took the train from Rabat to Marrakech and were sat with four art college piglets from the UK which made the journey long and tiresome, we remedied this by sleeping with our heads against the grubby glass for the 4 1/2 hour journey. I pretended to know where the hotel was and dragged Alice with a heavy bag several kilometres through the streets of Marrakech, eventually we found a lovely, little room above a tranquil, orange tree shaded courtyard. The man was really friendly and had a laugh like the deformed monster from The Goonies. The main square in Marrakech (Djemma el Fna) is massive and each night comes alive with storytellers, henna ladies, dancers, musicians and beggars. This is all illuminated by the lanterns of a hundred food and orange juice stalls. We have
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