Josh and Yona's Blog of Many Things

Josh started this blog when he was doing disaster recovery work after Hurricane Katrina. Now it is mostly our travel blog.

Friday, July 23, 2010

Marakkesh

We are in Marrakesh nowand at an internet place where the keyboard can be set to English. Most places just give you the option of French, which slows down the process a huuuge amount because a few keys are in the wrong place.
Marrakesh is a great city, though a little hot and dusty. Next time we would definitly choose a hotel with a pool, because all we want to do several times a day is jump in water. Still, our hotel, Hotel Sherazade, is very nice. It is an old Riad, or house, built around a couple of central of central courtyards with fountans and plantings. We switched to a room with ac but the ac is so weak that it is hardly any better than the fan.
We are staying in the old city, which is a maze of alleyways with tons of stalls selling everything. Lots of the vendors sell things like anise or jasmine or olive soap and the people keep trying to get Yona to smell things. One time she got busted because she did not hold it close enough to her nose (because it was a very mild smell but she did not know it) so she kind of sniffed and went oh, very nice, but the guy was like, no really smell it, and pushed it closer to her nose.
We are a couple of hundred feet from the central square in the old part of town, El Jamafna, which comes alive every evening with story tellers and snake charmers and food stands (snails, sheeps heads, fried everythings, salads, and most importantly fresh orange juice for 40 cents), dancers, you name it. It is mostly moroccans so we cant understand the story tellers but the arabic speakers sure seem to enjoy it. One storey went like this, a guy dressed weird got the crowd to yell something and he ran away. Then they yelled something else and he came back. This happened four times and then we left. There are also games where you have to roll a soccer ball through two pins that are two close for the soccer ball to fit. You know the ball does not fit because the person in charge pushes the soccer ball up to it from the front and "shows" it fits and then rolls it around back to shows it "fits" but he never rolls it through. Are moroccans gullibale or something? If by some miracle you get it you win something but no one everyone wins and it seems pretty obvious that you could not win so I am not sure why they keep playing.

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