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Published: December 8th 2017
Our first full day in Morocco didn't exactly go to plan. Laurent assisted in putting together a tour plan for the day.
After breakfast we headed off to the Yves St Laurent museum and garden. The walk took us through the market which is clearly where the locals pick up their stuff. There are carcases hanging outside shops, a couple of roosters on the scales (not looking good I suspect), breads etc. Gus decides a haircut is in order. I'm concerned that Morocco will kill Gus. They haven't quite caught on to the no smoking bit, so Gus puffed away as the barber did his hair.
There was a lot of complaining about my navigation which personally I thought was pretty good. Who'd have thought that it would be closed! Yep closed every Wednesday. I don't want to be picky but I would've thought an ex-pat French Riad manager would know when the Yves St Laurent museum opens. Gus wanted to know what was it about Wednesdays. So we walked back towards the Medina. Inside the Medina you really don't get hassled at all but outside everyone wants to be your tour guide so as we approached the walls
we had lots of offers.
The Souks inside the Medina are a massive maze and it is almost impossible to find your way around even with Google maps. Whilst the Souks are divided into areas related to trade (apparently) you don't see a lot of actual making of things. Generally there is just a lot of shopkeepers sitting around drinking mint tea and playing candy crush on their phones. There is a small amount of activity as a tourist walks past, maybe a "Carpet?", a "Look inside it's free". If you say you have no money it's greeted with "No money, no honey", whatever that means. Everyone was a bit sad and dejected after the museum fiasco so we decided that we would spend the day exploring the Souk. We spent most of the day wandering around the markets. We tried all over for Becs plates but couldn't find quite the same colour.
We had lunch at the Terrasse Des Epices which was very nice siting on a rooftop drinking beers and eating tagine with all the other tourists. After lunch we decided to try to find Becs' plate shop which we did, quite unbelievably really. The process
of buying 12 dinner plates was more complex than we thought. It involved going to the guy who seems to be the dinner plate distributor for the souk, but he could only come up with 8. So they ran around the souk till we got the 12. We headed up to Jama El Efna which is the big square in the middle of the medina. Before we left the doctor said don't touch any animals. I have been dutifully avoiding all the cats, but the minute we get in the square this guy sticks a monkey on my shoulder. I told him I wasn't interested but he kept putting it back on. Becs and I got to the Poste Maroc with our plates. The post office is pretty much as you would expect. One guy directs us to a different counter, another guy comes over looks at our plates (in bags) shakes his head and walks off. He gives us a form (luckily in French). After we've filled out the form he comes over and says "Where's your box?". Now obviously he's the one who's supposed to have the box but it doesn't work out that way. So we take
our plates back to the guy who sold them to us. To say he's not excited is an understatement, but he agrees to box them up and bubblewrap them, although there is a lot of huffing and puffing in the process. Then back to Poste Maroc and guess what? Its closed. The little bugger fobbed us off knowing we wouldn't be back in time.
Dinner tonight is at another Riad by the pool. It is a little overdone. I am also getting very concerned about my weight. From what we can see so far Moroccan food comprises tagines, makfoul and pastilla. I'm pretty sure I've already put on 5 kilos. We had a family conference and decided that tomorrow is going to be a big day, also we are going to target 25,000 steps which has been our usual so far except yesterday.
Tot: 0.411s; Tpl: 0.016s; cc: 9; qc: 44; dbt: 0.0117s; 1; m:saturn w:www (220.127.116.11); sld: 1;
; mem: 1.4mb