Marrakesh pt.2
Moroccan Shoes.....Shops like this were everywhere! |
So we wandered into the downtown, right at late afternoon,
which is when the main square and streets come to life. As we walked in, we
were hit right between the eyes with a huge plaza bustling with street vendors,
selling everything from fresh squeezed orange juice to silver tea pots,
Morrocan drum bands, people carrying monkeys, motorcycles weaving around,
basically chaos.
It was quite a bit to take in and right as we came in, a man
wanting to show us his snakes, threw one around Levi’s shoulders and then put
it on Miles’ lap in his stroller where Miles naturally grabbed the snake’s
head. Rachel screamed right as a bicycle rode by with about 25-30 dead chickens
hanging off the sides, and while Emma was trying to get me to look at that
bizarre sight, a woman was starting to paint Henna tattoos on Lily and Zoe,
assuming we’d pay as soon as she was done. It was full immersion!
We huddled together to re-group and make a plan to pick a
direction and see about a youth hostel in the old city we’d found online before
we’d come. We decided to make our way there, drop off our bags and find some
dinner. Easy enough, right? After asking 6 people for directions and getting 8
different answers, we found someone who offered to walk us “directly” there. Without
him, we would probably still be
looking for the place, as it was located in a narrow street, off of another
narrow street, off of another narrow street…..…you get the idea. Is there
something wrong with a street sign or two?
This is the door to our Hostel....Pretty small opening from the street view...but great place! |
The youth hostel was an oasis. The owner Mustafa, had a big
pot of mint tea on for us as we arrived and was extrememly proud to show us
around the rooms he’d arranged for us up through the 2 floors and roof terrace
of the hostel. It was very quaint and felt like we were sealed off from the
chaos outside.
Our dinner: Chicken Kebaps and Lemon Olives plus other yummy stuff |
We rested a bit and then headed of again into the madness, and
found a great street café, set up for serious volume with bench seating, and
stacks of skewers of chicken, beef and lamb. We had plates of cous-cous, lots of grilled meat and veg, loads of
fresh round Moroccan bread and were pretty spent after dinner. We did OK the
second time finding our way back, and drug the extremely tired kids back to the
hostel, had some hot showers, and crashed into our bunks, while the lobby in
the courtyard below was filled with conversations and music. We had a tour planned early the next morning, so we didn't stay up late, the kids were asleep in about 2 seconds, and we weren't far behind………..:)
1 comment:
very cool. would love to be sitting with you hearing all about it. Love, Mom
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