Riad Massine II
Marrakech, Morocco
Salaam! (sp?)
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So instead I'll write this blog at 12.3 words per minute. Oh, the trouble I take to entertain my loving audience:::
First, a quick run through of the sights, sounds, smells, and smugs of Marrakech- donkeys, orange juice, monkeys that touch me, hookahs, hash, mint, mint tea, trash, mushy things that Sol steps on,orangejuice, Sol getting scared, Sol getting scared again, Sol getting uncomfortable because the monkey is trying to touch her, french, arabic, spanish, italian, german, czech, dutch, mosques, muslim prayers, cats, cats, cats, cats, men that blow kisses at
Pictures soon, check out my flickr.
Sol's message:
23:20 pm
First of all, my apologies for not blogging until this date.
Now, I am pleased to inform you guys that Zach and I are having a splendid time here on African soil. I have to defend myself and inform you guys that I have only been scared because there are dirt bike drivers that are mental and are not considerate of pedestrians in the narrow labrinth-like streets of the souks. Oh and I also was scared because we were followed by a dodgy character to our Riad late last night, but fortunately we finally arrived safely.
Well today we went to a huge beautiful mosque, a Quran school, some old architectural ruins, some gardens, and were hassled by many vendors at the souks (of course Zach didnt get annoyed by them...) Well the pictures will explain how beautiful Morocco is.
Oh I guess thats why they say a picture is worth a thousand words.
Au revoir,
Zach and Sol
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1 comment:
But can you get crema de pollo there?
I think not.
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