Alas, then it was back to Marrakesh, the night train to Tangier.]]> Fri, 31 May 1991 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=1735 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=13482 0 31.51 -9.76 It was then more relaxing by the pool, lunch included, before the scooter guy came and picked me up for yet another tour of the Medina. I ran into Sam (?) and got the opportunity to see the tanneries and finally gave in to temptation and bought a killim.

Night included dinner at a cafe overlooking Djeema el Fina (and who was there but Mohammed from Fes, probably trolling for another tourist) before wandering down into the square. The hustlers were few and I spent several minutes buying a stuffed camel from a guy who looked like a young Omar Sharif -- gorgeous, dark skin, long eyelashes, etc.]]> Thu, 30 May 1991 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=1735 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=13481 0 31.63 -8 Marrakech stopped every ten feet or so to load crates of cherries on top for sale in Marrakech. The drive out of the valley was also nice -- souvenier shops and chic hotels notwithstanding.

Returning to the hotel was undeniably a joy however, as a hot bath, room service, and a good night's sleep were needed. (It should be noted, however, that I am spending far, far too much money on this trip!)]]> Wed, 29 May 1991 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=1735 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=13480 0 31.63 -8 Setti Fatma was easy, more "around" than "over." Setti Fatma itself was a disappointment -- the waterfall (I only saw one) was nice, but the hustlers were numerous and insistent. Being propositioned was the word of the day. Thus, I took the 3 p.m. bus back to Marrakech and the hotel.]]> Wed, 29 May 1991 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=1735 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=13479 0 31.21 -7.7 About halfway down, by a stream, we stopped for lunch, and as we finished the brits arrived. This time they were much more friendly, the mutual (?) struggle making us something of compatriots. We were to meet again several times along the route.

From here we passed through a village so full of children it was really remarkable. Then it was down to Timichchi, a valley much less fertile and green, although shaded by walnut trees. We camped rather far down in the valley and for dinner, an audience.]]> Tue, 28 May 1991 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=1735 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=13478 0 31.2 -7.76 We reached Tacheddirt valley just before noon, arriving at our evening's shelter in the village of Ounskra, just below Tacheddirt. The room was on the top terrace, with an incredible view of the mountains. Below was the family's house -- dark, kitchon first on the right, then living rooms, then toilette. Below that were the animals.

First we were treated to tea and tajine before a long siesta. Then some eggs and now I sit admiring the beauty, listening to my host's rythmic berber speech, the wind and the rushing water.

Afterwards, a trip halfway to an other village in the valley -- Omar was apparently sidetrac ked by some "ski buds" so instead we sat at the top of a rocky point. Omar did show me the grainary, the same thing the porter tried to show me in Aroumd the day before. We returned to the house for spaghetti and couscous before sleeping.]]> Mon, 27 May 1991 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=1735 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=13477 0 31.16 -7.85 Imlil -- that's the American Express part -- bumping around with seven or eight others up a dirt road, stopping and starting whenever anyone yelled out.

Imlil was much more interesting. Tiny, with several identical shops, a youth hostel, a cafe and a boulangerie. Here I found a guide, Omar, for the trip to Setti Fatima. (Toubkal appeared covered in snow, and I wasn't quite up to the climb).

I then hired a mule and rode up to Aroumd, the first village on the way to Toukbal. Pleasant enough, and my first true view of how the little villages dot the mountainsides.

Upon my return to Imlil, I discovered that I had been joined at the hostel by an English father/daughter team -- David, an accountant, and Browning (great name), a marketing student. They were quite nice, sharing their coffee and food, as I beat them badly at Scrabble. Later, two less friendly brits arrived.]]> Sun, 26 May 1991 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=1735 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=13476 0 31.13 -7.91 Sun, 26 May 1991 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=1735 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=13475 0 31.25 -7.98 After convincing the concierge that I was capable of walking by myself to the Saadian Tombs. I was given instructions and did just that -- although not as directly as I had hoped. Although I passed it once and ended up wandering through the Kasbah, eventually I got there and they were indeed quite lovely. From there i made my way to Bodi Palace, but it was closed for renovation. (My luck with edifices has not been too good).

From there I went to the Sar Si Said Museum but along the way I stopped at probably the only active synagogue in Morocco, and what a find! Only about 10 men and one woman (who looked just like Grandma Elaine). The Rabbi invited me to his home to eat after the services, and offer I could not refuse.

But first, the museum -- the best yet. A wonderful garden in the middle with spectacular rooms all around, particularly on the second level. The woodwork and stucco was truly magnificent.

Now, back to the rabbi. It was a beautiful house, nothing like the poverty described in the book. And the Sabbath table was laid out beautifully. I was offered more food than was humanly possible to eat -- and wine as well. I must admit that I got a bit drunk.

The house was the first one I had seen with books -- all in Hebrew. The rabbi was, like all good rabbis should be -- warm and friendly, humorous and kind. His family equally so. Truly a pleasure, and yet another side of Morocco. (Sadly, the guide who took me to the synagogue demanded more money than the agreed-upon $5 dh -- when I refused, he said, "you are a true jew" -- cutting, but also ironic considering that he ws the one trying to extract money from me).

After my midday meal, I went to the Bahia Palace. Although larger than Dar Si Said and maybe at one time grander, it certainly lacked by comparison. Additionally, I was forced to take on a guide who spoke no English. A nice fellow but no real help with information.

From there it was back to the souks and a view of the Medersa (nothing spectacular), the Koubba and some fountain not even worth a picture. Hassles were surprisingly few as I made my way through the various alleys.

Then it was bck to the hotel for a relaxing swim in the pool. Met Fath's nephew Sam (who was waiting for me when I got back to the hotel) for a long walk and talk -- very nice guy with interesting views. Also obviously very wealthy. He suggested a restaurant for dinner -- Catanzaro -- another obviously trendy place like the night before where everyone spoke French. What a contrast to the reality of the Medinas.]]> Sat, 25 May 1991 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=1735 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=13474 0 31.63 -8 After a relaxing bath and short nap, I left a message for Fath before venturing out to the Djeema. Immediately beseiged by an "official" guide, I accepted his services. They weren't really needed; as it was Friday, only the marketplace and souks were open and these I could have handled on my own.

The Djeema was everything I expected, and I must return. The souks lack the charm of Fes, but deserve another look. I did see some nice pieces. However, the guide was good for at least one thing -- a restaurant. As I site here in the Restaurant de la Paix, among fountains and trees, I feel like I am in the mediterranean. The food is wonderful, the setting magnificent, and the prices right (although expensive for Morocco). Curiously, everyone here is speaking French -- a sign, I sppose, of wealth and upper class, but somehow distressing, as though Arabic was not good enough.

I think I will stay in Marrakech tomorrow (Saturday) and on Sunday go to Setti Fatima. Monday I will trek until my feet fall off (because I can't continue to pay for this hotel), returning Friday and then back home.]]> Fri, 24 May 1991 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=1735 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=13472 0 31.63 -8 Anyway, after taking care of business, we again went to the Medina so I could use up my film as Samir and Heidi wanted to borrow it in the afternoon to take pictures of carpets. This time I took photos of the markets, mules, picturesque squares made for tourists, even the mosque.

Again back to Samir's for lunch -- hamburger meat rolled into little finers and eaten with the ubiquitous (and delicious) break. Afterward, a nap and Samir took me to a little resort area (Ein Chekaff?) where Jallil, Hassan, Samir and I sat in the shade drinking and smoking hash. We also stopped at the Kasbah, stuffed with people shopping, and I saw the Palais Jamai and visited a leather shop.

Then we met up with Heidi and the rest at the museum, and finally Tareq (their son) took a liking to me. Afterwards, a cafe at a nearby hotel.

We then dropped Heidi off and drove around a bit before stopping at a cafe near the gate. Dinner was brochettes and a talk with an Aussie girl. Jallil then took me back to say good-bye to the family. We drove to the fort. After we were supposed to see belly dancing but missed it. Finally to the train station where Samir asked me for $300 dh. It somewhat spoiled the last three days and I told him I didn't have it (which was true). Besides, I had paid more than my share for various drinks and coffee, dinner the evening before, as well as $100 dh I had given him the day before (which was probably spent on Hash) as well as a roll of film. I didn't feel bad, although Jallil and the younger one who actually did all the work probably saw none of it.]]> Thu, 23 May 1991 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=1735 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=13471 0 34.05 -4.98 We returned to the house for lunch, being in part a cock purchased in Azrou. Then I went with Heidi and Samir's sister Leila to the hammam. Afterward, Samir's younger brother and his friend (who spoke good French) showed me some other parts of the city -- the palace and the mellach. At some point we also went back to the uncle's house and looked at the carpets Samir had bought during his stay.

Dinner was steamed meat, again at Samir's -- by now I felt like a regular part of the family.

While I found the Median interesting enough, with mules pushing their way through the streets, cats running each and every way, and beautiful water fountains at each turm, I must admit that it lacked a certain exotic feel such as that in Kashmir. And for all Jallil's help, I did wish I had an English-speaking guide to explain things to me. However, this was more than made up for by the hospitality offered to me by Samir's family. Their home was a comfortable resting place in the middle of busy days.

I was also glad for the opportunity to go to the hammam with Heidi and Leila. It certainly was a fascinating experience -- women of all shapes anad sizes grabbing buckets of both hot and cold water to make the perfect temperature. The heat was almost refreshing -- like feeling my skin breath. Going from the hot rooms to the colder ones, or bathing in the cold water, was wonderful -- again, a great respite.

After dinner, Samir took me to a friend's shop. His friend, Hassan, was really cute. And I could not help but buy -- at prices much too expensive. I bought a camel hair blanket and some exquisite fabric which I will never use. But I also saw the shoemakers, so I believe that I bought good quality stuff, the fabric in particular. (NOTE: I'm writing this 16-1/2 years later and I *still* haven't used that fabric -- but I do have it) Again, I returned to the hotel fully satisfied, if not a bit poorer.
]]> Wed, 22 May 1991 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=1735 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=13470 0 34.05 -4.98 First we stopped for lunch at Immouzer. Then it was tea at their Uncle's house just outside the old city. Then it was to the museum to see carpets, but also nice silver and gardens. We then drove to an overlook for a magnificent view of the city before parking the car and winding our way through the Medina. (Main gate) Along the way I learned an important lesson about Moroccan men -- they don't care if the women wait. Thus, Samir spent much time stopping at shops and chit-chatting with friends.

Eventually though, we came to the house -- a door opened into a tiled courtyard. The house had 3 floors, the bottom appeared to have sleeping rooms and the kitchen, bath, etc. The next had the same. The third had a sitting room where we drank coke and talked, before going to the roof with a wonderous view of the city. Eventually, a little brother took me back to a taxi stand.

Waiting for me (1 hour early) at the hotel was Mohammed. I showered and changed and then we left. His house was quite a distance, at the very edge of the new city. Everyone was friendly but no one spoke English or French -- for 1-1/2 hours I just sat there while Mohammed helped his brother with his homework.

At about 9:30, his mother brought out some good soup. His sister and I finally spoke some, and eventually he took me home, giving me shopping advice along the way. Unfortunately a boring end to an otherwise great day.]]> Tue, 21 May 1991 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=1735 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=13469 0 34.05 -4.98 The ride took about 1-1/2 hours, through very pretty hillside areas and through two "new" towns, Immouzer (?) and Ifrane. Clearly these were for the wealthy to escape the city.

The souk at Azrou was very interesting, somewhat like a flea market, but with horses, mules, cows, sheep (lots of sheep), a magician, some circus games and plenty of chickens thrown in. I shared tea with a rug salesman who did not try to sell me anything and had lunch (bruchette in bread) with a french professor who kindly paid without telling me (and the stall owner kept his word). I'm not sure how this compared with Pisac, Peru. Surely the "crafts" were not there, but neither were the tourists. I probably could have gotten a good deal on a rug but didn't know or care enough.

Later, in the artisan's shop, I met a Moroccan, Samir, and his German wife, Heidi. We looked at the rug making and they offered me a ride back to Fes, which I jumped at.

]]> Tue, 21 May 1991 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=1735 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=13466 0 33.43 -5.21 Mon, 20 May 1991 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=1735 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=13465 0 34.05 -4.98 I was hassled by a few men, but nothing like I had been led to believe. One guy (waiter at Forbes birthday) did take me through the Kasbah even when I told him I would not pay him and would not look at any carpets.

I then made my way through the Medina, finding myself among the poultry stalls, spice baskets and a very pungent fish market, eventually arriving at the train station, where I purchased my ticket to Fez. I then went walking along the beach, with the camels, and back, where I ran into the guy from the boat. I am now sitting in the Cafe de Paris having a coke.

I am both relieved and disappointed with Tangier. Relieved, because the harassment has been minor and I feel that I can take care of myself. Disappointed because Tangier is far from exotic. The markets have little of interest to offer; the Kasbah has nice views but none of the real beauty one finds at, for example, the Alhambra. While I'm sure that some of this has to do with the amount of money spent by the government, much of it does not. Crumbling walls are only so interesting. (There is a blond sitting to my right also writing in a diary). In short, this is not the hell-hole that Lonely Planet claims, but also not particularly interesting or exciting, none of the smells or sights of someplace truly interesting.

(When do people eat here??)

Leaving the cafe and heading toward the hotel I was stopped by the "guide" for the three Brits. He insisted I could not get lunch at the hotel and took me to a small restaurant in the medina. I paid 22.5 dh for good meat and fries -- probably still a rip-off but much better than the tourist trap last night.

Then, of course, he took me to his rug shop. I did see one I liked and told him that I would buy it when I cam back, if I felt the price was fair ($400 down to $250 by the time I left). I don't know if he believed me.

Anyway, I'm now sitting by the hotel pool, listening to the wind blow through the palm trees, preparing to head for Fez.]]> Mon, 20 May 1991 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=1735 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=13464 0 35.78 -5.81