Today we heard at the embassy we had to wait for the visa for one and a half day, but I read on het Internet they are able to issue them on the same day, asking and begging did not help, this seemed to be the procedure.
We didn’t want to be disappointed so we decided to head for Marrakech and forget about this as soon as we could. Which was easy, because Marrakech was one of our favorite places in Morocco and we wanted to show it to Ramon.
The road between Casablanca and Marrakech is somewhat boring, some parts were nice though, sometimes you drove in between the big bold mountains, some parts were beautifully red colored, and now and then the colourful combination of these red stones and the green trees.
We passed the Oued Oum river and some smaller rivers.
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| The boring camping in Casablanca, named “l’Oasis”, pretty ironic if you ask me. |
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| If you need to change the engine, you just don’t tow the bus, but do the replacement on the highway itself and having someone getting the parts you need, awesome! |
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| The taxi’s are green over here. |
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| The 100k milestone! |
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| The place were we’d hit the 100k milestone in Morocco. |
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After a while we entered Marrakech, parked our car at a guarde parking lot and started exploring Marrakech and find ourselves a hotel. It was darn hot over here and we decided to buy some orange juice, especially Ramon needs those vitamins. As we walked on the square they all started to scream and wanted us to buy the juice at their place. We stopped at the first one but decided to buy a one juice at one person, so we distrubute it equally. The two other guys we laughing and we’re happy we did this, the first one ended up with selling just one juice and wasn’t too happy with it 
We had some experience with the moroccan way of trading but today we got fooled again, they did not tell us what it costed but ‘helped’ us by picking ‘the right coins’ when they ask to show them what you have, acting as though they will help you out with the foreign coins.
So we paid, 5 at one place, the other 3 and the third one 4 dirham, well, whatever .
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| At the Djamaa el Fnaa, in cosy Marrakech. It was damn hot that day! |
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| Ramon getting a henna tattoo |
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| Djamaa el Fnaa |
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| Djamaa el Fnaa |
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Ramon wanted a henna tattoo so one of the woman agreed with 100 dirham to create one. They offered a small free one at Melissa’s arm but this small one got bigger and bigger and we ended up with paying for both the tattoos.
No freaking way! We got an agreement. I kept on saying no and we did not feel guilty, we know that trick
Then we ate some food at the restaurant with the view over the Djama el Fnaa square and went into the old medina to hotel Essouira, where we slept on the roof some years ago. After trying to book a room they told us that they need our passports, which were at the embassy in Casablanca… There was no way to book us in because this is a strict procedure and they could get fines for it. We had to go to the police station and arrange some papers stating that we are who we are, which would cost money too (of course) So there we are, in Marrakech and no place to sleep. We decided to ask the next one, paying directly and see if we could arrange something.
2 hotels furthers we asked the guy and explained our problem, he told us after thinking for a while it was no problem, he only had a room for four persons, which costed 200 dirham (around 16 euro’s), so that’s no problem, we were in, without the hassle of going to the police station.
We went to the car to get our stuff, we decided to take the jumpstarter, the 12V-220V converter and the 220V fan, because it was darn hot in that room, 35 degrees in that room is no exaggeration!
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| Typical hotel in Marrakech, the old medina |
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