I stopped for a quick soak/massage for my feet at the airport (mini pedicure), had a great salad and we departed for Marrakech.
It was an uneventful second flight and we landed in Morocco...freaking Africa (my fourth continent, Steve’s third)!!!
We arranged a driver to take us to our hostel (Rodamón Marrakech). It is really nice.
After checking in we walked to Jamaa El-fna, a square in the Medina. The smell, of what I think is gasoline, is so overwhelming my throat is seriously raw. People are correct when they say Marrakech will stimulate all your senses! Wow!
There are all these mini-kitchens throughout the square that serve you super cheap food. Steve and I are a bit hesitant. Tomorrow night we are doing a food tour so we may venture to a stand.
We had dinner at Zeitoun Café where we enjoyed some tagine, which is the vessel it is baked in. Steve wanted a beer but alcohol is pretty rare in Marrakech so he had to settle for carrot juice.
Around midnight we walked back to our room. The walk back was a bit easier than when we left as all the little alleys are crazy!