port stevens australia accommodation Story about a trip to Morocco, Marrakech. Do not go to Africa, people walk. Africa is terrible? Horrible and beautiful!





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Departure from Riga was on 11 November, days before the flight were considered, like a child approaching the New Year and Santa Claus with gifts. All the time studied sites and reviews of tourists with a description of Morocco. Read on ? www.turizm.ru ? forum with the theme of "Morocco worst holiday", was puzzled why I am flying there?? The nurse said that she was in India and ? ready for anything. And ready to do it? All Contacts ? and relatives twisted his temple with his finger and said, where you bear, two bright girls ? (it's about his sister, she was 26) to the Arabs, without a male companion, in the mud and misery! But we were firm! Fly! Frankly, I flew up with interesting photographs and new sensations, so wanted to see the real life of local people. What I saw in Turkey, Egypt and Tunisia was purely resort, licked and ostentatious. And just like that, savages, without a guide and translator, without a husband - it seemed to me a sort of test yourself, if you want. ? And here we sit in an airplane. Sitting 10-20-30-50 minutes ? . Some local aboriginal lost passport (somewhere after registration and before boarding the plane) and he is looking for him, and all meekly waiting. We started to rebel, to fly 2 hours 15 minutes, and we stand for an hour. Eventually, police came and evicted the man with his wife and child out of the plane. Very sorry for his wife and wee one, but they have taken, all for her husband, even if she did not lose your passport. ? Under the wing of the plane appeared scorched earth and the red city of Marrakech, is the translation of its name. ? Going down the ladder, from baldeem ? bright sun and warm wind. A migration card. Border Guard is trying to pronounce my last name and very surprised that such a ? dispels fear get in the medieval state with a time machine (remember, as in the famous film guide). We are in civilization! Oh, how deceptive first impression. ? We would like exotic "local paradise" and we booked a riad in the Medina. For information, find out the cost of transportation to the center by taxi, it is about 20 euros. ? We approach the taxi (a wretched, broken-down nag the early 80's with the local macho) and faced with the problem - they do not speak in English, but we no boom-boom in French! We obtain a printout of the booking and tychem finger pier, we are here. Macho went to consult with other taxi drivers. We sat down, went, Arabic music murmurs from the recorders. Profits go, madam! We look at the signboard of the building to which we were brought on a sheet from the Internet, do not find nothing in the title. In two voices talking ? , Take me to. He pokes his finger in the paper, and insists on his own, go! We are stubborn girl, sitting. The driver goes to the advertising of the building and call the specified phone. Very loud and aggressive (they are all there because they say it's OK) said in Arabic. Handed the phone to us. Man in English explains that in the armor of the address of the office all the riad Marrakech and took us to correct, and that he expects the two Russian lady, which the driver will deliver to him. Go instead. We passed under the arch of a huge wall, I understand that this is Medina. ? Mama Mia! Oh, God! Where are we now! From the windows of a taxi from all sides in our noses rushed disgusting smell the exhaust fumes and donkey urine in the face pierced exotic pictures - donkeys laden with unclear what, the women carrying on their heads that it is not clear; babies tied behind mamashek; old, sitting along the walls; beggars sleeping in the same walls. ? Ears like silence, as all this was accompanied by exotics such noise horns mopeds and scooters, that his hair stood on end! Frankly, it was the first shock. Well, I also wanted to present the Arab exoticism! That's with you, sir, receive, sign it! We landed, we parted with the first two hundred Moroccan ? Dhs. ? Nice man met us at the beginning of the street. Wow, you can take a deep breath, he dressed as a European, and speaks English! Hurray, therefore, we find a common language. ? Saeed, Managing Riad ? , ? showed us the green room, told her about the breakfast, answered a lot of our questions and ? retired. Located within the cozy Riyadh, with a beautiful patio, and became interested in dinner. Dinner can be on the spot. Price subject to 20 euros from the nose. In the menu of two dishes - Tajin and couscous, cooked by his wife Saida. ? We were not ready to accept local food and went to Medina, look for something European. That naive fool:) ? Card Said we did not provide, so we went to the Sun ? We move slowly, memorizing every sign and turn, the seller boiled snails, fruit merchant, a bunch of garbage, sleeping against the wall of the local homeless, etc. ? The heart of the city, the busiest place in Marrakesh, one of the most exciting areas of the Maghreb - the so-called area can be jam-el-Fna. ? Today, it is a strange place, with a spirit of medieval squares. Artists of all genres show their talent, and Tur?s-loungers leave their blood capitalist dollars and euros. Here can be found fortune-tellers, soothsayers, risovalschits henna ? snake charmers, ? Sellers exotic potions, healers, local lunatics with bells, jars, old hats with fringed dazzle of bright colors, with bells, skins with water and brilliant ? cups on straps across his chest. ? All this is seasoned with the hot eyes and nose, crazy cocktail of smells ? exhaust gas mopeds, dust, embers, barbecues, boilers, grilled meat and fish, turmeric, mint and spices. ? That's how it smells Marrakech! To say that an area of many people - not to say anything! ? Frankly, we got scared and uncomfortable. The wisest decision in a given situation, rise to the terrace, "de Franse CAFE" - the oldest restaurant on the square, or on the roof of a diner "Vrasserie du Glacier", or "Arganal. ? . Cheers! Civilization! The challenge for the morning was clear - to board a bus and ride with the breeze. ? The day was intense. It's time to go back to our riad. The other route we do not know, so that ? forward, and with songs, jam-el-Fna, we are back! ? We quickly passed the area and took a picture of ethnic musicians, went into a cafe, ate cake and drank lassi avocado, tasty! According to the principle - right here, and here the left trying not to get lost in the crowd. Opanki, and there is no possibility to go forward. Cork, gentlemen, the human traffic jam. In one of the narrow passages of Medina faced two streams of people. Some went to the area, while others returned with her. Retreat was impossible. We clung to the Arab women with children. I did not know that stronger hold - a camera bag or bracelet on her arm. To tell the truth, to such close bodily contact with the local population, I was not ready at all! In the eyes of foreigners, I read quiet horror. Perhaps, in my eyes they read the horror in a quiet square. Local shouting and laughing. They were fun. Maybe it is they have such a massive public ? erotica. We were not amused. The first time in my life I realized what claustrophobia. My throat was a lump, could not breathe and the fear of suppressed ? any attempt to give the brain something intelligibly-saving. All this is compounded by moped, which is stuck in the crowd roared, puffed, stinking and shouting, wanting to escape to freedom. Moving forward millimeter by millimeter, the crowd dispersed. You can catch my breath. The rest of the way, we literally ran to the Riad. Said we were met by a smile and a question "Well, Jem el Fna?" The answer was short - shock! Once experienced in the crowd, demanding the body relax. Said brought us wine. F-oo-oo, you can breath. Perhaps, this episode was the most unpleasant in our journey to Marrakesh. ? Another feature of Morocco - a muezzin call to prayer. When you walk you the day of the noisy city, the appeal seems so quiet and distant. But when at 5 am, you wake prolonged howl ... ? sorry. ? Woke up early, affected the difference in time (with Moscow for 3 hours, with Riga 2 hours). The sun is beckoning. After breakfast in the cozy courtyard, Riad, went to the terrace for sunbathing. Said gave us sun-beds and brought mattresses. Oh, well, how! ? It would lay. But no, we are waiting Unidentified red and red city sightseeing bus. ? Romantigue. ? When you go out beyond the walls of Medina, ranked by UNESCO in 1985 to a World Heritage site, then you understand that Marrakech big and beautiful city. In its architecture mixed Arab and European motifs. Extended, wide avenues and green appeared before our eyes. ? Restaurants, shops, offices, theater, house congress, familiar names of European brands, all of this is in the red city. The difference seen in Medina and in the center of the modern Marrakech, is palpable as the day and night! We passed the largest hotels. First among them is ? La Mamounia - former home of the ruler Moulay al-Mamun, and now the most fashionable hotel of the city. ? All the rest, "super romantic" - a club-type remote hotels, golf clubs, construction sites, and camels. ? We concluded that the tour ? waste of time. Before Mazhorel garden and can be reached by taxi. ? We went from the beautiful building the railway station, ? found the bus station, bought tickets for the first flight to Essaouira. Tomorrow is waiting for us Atlantic Ocean and the city is difficult with the spoken name. ? Discover the ancient capital of the Kingdom of Morocco took place. In the evening we once again breathe the air crazy Jam al-Fny marched through the Medina, looked at the coal-black sky, drank Moroccan tea ? and said goodbye, feeling emotions - from fear of a cooling back to the indescribable delight. The combination of the 21 st century and a historical unreality. So perhaps you can in a few words to describe Marrakech. ? Let me quote the tourists visiting this city -- ? Marrakech exhausted you vyzhmet, dry and fade, but hate it you do not have time. One of the oldest and liveliest cities in the world to quickly fill your being re: slippers, Grandma and dzhelyabami, henna, and antimony, Islam and Bedouin tales. This ? most stable in the world chaos - Marrakech! ? Absolutely agree with him. ? P.S. And before the quarter leather craftsmen, we have not got. So, there is to aspire to, Fes worth a visit. 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