Marrakech – Part Deux
showed us to our new riad upon our return to Marrakech: Dar el
on the south side of the medina, opposite to where we had stayed
before. It was
just as beautiful & individual as the Dar Hani, not down
quite so many
dark alleys, but past an interesting shop that was selling
clothing made out of
After a quick spruce we headed to the roof terrace to enjoy a bottle of vino tinto & decide what the plan should be for the evening. While we were on the train Hanane had recommended a number of restaurants, so we thought it would be nice to go to one of those……we chose the Jad Mahal in the new town & after having a quick mooch in the souk we jumped in a cab. Unbeknownst to us the Jad Mahal is one of the most exclusive restaurants in Marrakech – it is “guarded” by two 6ft+ blokes in fez’s & you have to walk through a metal detector to get in. The restaurant was very dark & luxurious, centred around a lush courtyard – we were one of the 1st groups to arrive & settled in the bar for pre-dinner cocktails, I can recommend the strawberry mojito! After being shown to our table we ordered some delicious food & wine (Ed & Bob had the Moroccan version of a hotpot, Diana had the sole & I had that very traditional dish of sushi), then the floor show started! Ladies with trays of candles on their heads danced around the tables, followed by about 20 belly dancers……some of them didn’t quite have qualifying bellies as far as I was concerned – but they were really good fun!
little lie in, after lots of dawn starts, & a wonderful
breakfast of pancakes
& pomegranate at the riad – then we hit the souks for
bargains & souvenirs.
We were witness to a scuffle in the main square, 2 locals
getting down to a
right old fist-fight…..we think one of them had been caught for
he was carted out the back, probably for a good-kicking. It
put you off if you had any thoughts about pilfering. I was eager
to bring home
a leather poof & finally found the one I wanted on the
outskirts of the market.
The guy offered it to me for a ridiculous price & we
bartered a little
before I walked away……we then formulated a plan & went back
for another go;
Ed, Bob & Diana hassled me to hurry up as we had a train to
entirely untrue) & for me to say I only had 400dirhams left
as I was going
home & hopefully he would come down in price. The dramatics
worked & I
left with what I wanted – hooray! This then became our bartering
over the souk & we managed to leave with some well-priced
tat – or at least
what we thought was!
Another tagine lunch looking over the Jemaa
el-Fnaa & we returned to the riad to
collect our bags & then caught a cab back to the station.
The train left about
30mins late, but was much quicker than the trip in……we arrived
Mohammedia around 7pm & back to Aardvarc who was waiting for
us at the
Back on the boat we waited for an update from Bruce Buckley (our Aussie weather man, who helped out during the World ARC) on when was a good time to head off down the coast towards Essaouira & onto Madeira.
Then the rain began………