Mohammed I, Mohammed II, Mohammed III and the King and I

We’ve had three guides named Mohammed. Each one of them have funny expressions. Mohammed I, who we spent seven days with said: “no problem in the bush”, “fantastic like plastic”. But most of all he said, “that’s aaaaawwwwwwwsome,”

Mohammed II was our guide in Fez, (but his name was really Ahmed), and he said: “Amelia you are happy as a clam”

Mohammed III has been our guide for 11 days. When he is telling us about the history of Morocco he often pauses and says “etcetera, etcetera, etcetera,” just like in The King and I.

Kitties in the Kasbah

Everywhere we go in Morocco, there is a kitten or a cat. I pet the cats and give them Vache Qui Rit, I hold the kittens and give them creme. All the cats are very well taken care of, and well feed. Turns out that every family in Morocco has a 5 cat limit per household. It’s a good thing I don’t live in Morocco, because there would trillion felines in my house. Viva the kitties!

p.s. Adi this is your special post!













Marrakech Express

We woke up early and went straight to the train station, to hop on a train to Marrakech. We had own little table and nice seats in 1st class. I looked out the window and saw the Moroccan landscape go by, and soon 3 hours had passed and were in Marakesh. Right as we got off the train, the first thing we noticed was how unbelievably hot it was. I immediately took off my sweater, put on my hat, slipped on my sunglasses, and pulled out my bandana.

Our Riad Miski, had a driver waiting for us. He drove us into the old city and then skillfully worked his way through the narrow and busy alleys towards our Riad Miski. We had to carry our bags and walk the last little bit of the journey, we knocked on a simple black door, and viola, Christine greet us with a nice hot cup of mint tea and showed us to our bedroom. While Momma nathalie and momma laurie worked out the buisness part, i explored the wonderful riad. i discovered birds singing over my head on the third floor and a wonderful on the first floor in the middle The Riad. It was a very open building and quite pleasant. After I was done exploring the wonderful Riad, Christine took us around the Souk. First she worked her wa through the maze to take us to her favorite wood carver. I discovered two things that I liked, a magic box that even Leonardo Di Caprio could not figure out how to open, and a scary box filled with a wooden carved snack. when you opened it the snake would snap out and bite you with his wire teeth. The shop owner also made me a good luck charm that he carved with his toes and strung a red string for me. Then it was off to Christine’s favorite soap maker. We wound our way though the twisty labrynth, to the soap maker. as I walked in a smelled a burst of lavender, verveine, and blood orange as well as some scents I didn’t even know the name of and we bought wonderful soaps there.

We found this very interesting spice man who showed us a mixture of amazing spices and smells. He gave me a little satchel filled exotic spices. We inhaled vaporized mint and felt the stinging in our thoughts. He burned frankenscene and mirth rocks for us to smell, and amazing rose and orange blossom oil. We will have to find him again, because sadly we were out of money.

Then we made our way to the main square, which was filled with snake charmers and monkey handlers. We racked our brains to remember which was the orange juice seller that Ginger and her family had gone too on their vacation. But we could not remember and finally settled for number 42, the nicest looking man. His sweet cold refreshing, fresh squeezed orange juice was amazing and in the end it turns out that 42 was the right one.

Then we went back to the Riad and had a wonderful homemade dinner on the roof top terrace with the birds serenading us. At dinner Frances, Christine’s husband, showed me some super cool Tricks, especially the one with 3 glasses, 3 knifes, and a bottle of water.

Christine had to return the Riad we were on our own in the souk. We made our way down to our room and fell asleep with birds singing their sweet songs. Good night Morocco, good night Marrakech.