January 15 :: Marrakech, Morocco
January 15 :: Marrakech, Morocco :: 2km / 428km total
A Barbary ape, on the way to Azrou
The descent into Azrou. You can just make out the town, far ahead.
Tired sore cyclist icing ankle
The road between Azrou and Marrakech
Yum! Whatever you want, freshly cooked
With an ache in the ankle and a few days of rehab ahead the decision was easy: take a bus forward along my route to the mythical, magical tourist town of Marrakech. The bus ride itself was... as bus rides tend to be... long, boring, and cramped. The land continued to roll, eventually dropping onto a flat, stony, almost-desert plain. I had a beef tajine (Morrocan stew) at the bus rest stop and towards the bottom of the bowl I came across a hoof. They don't waste anything in these parts!
Arriving in Marrakech, it was only 2 kilometres (slow and painful, though) from the bus station into the central medina (old city - market), to where all the budget hotels are. I was surprised how clean and non-dusty it was. Tourists were everywhere, mostly Moroccans, and the place was alive. Snake charmers, belly dancers, dancing monkeys, tarot card readers, and a copious amount of food vendors. Always something going on, lots of fun, a great place to linger for a few days and heal up. I convinced an ice cream sandwich salesman to scrape off some ice from the freezer wall where he keeps the sandwiches, such that I was able to subsequently spend a few hours icing my ankle. For dinner I had 2 helpings of calamari and some fried eggplant, along with glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice (about 10 CDN total). I met up with some Aussies and we passed the night away taking in the spectacles of the medina.
A Barbary ape, on the way to Azrou
The descent into Azrou. You can just make out the town, far ahead.
View from my hotel room balcony, central Azrou
Tired sore cyclist icing ankle
The road between Azrou and Marrakech
Dinner with the Aussies, Marrakech
Yum! Whatever you want, freshly cooked
With an ache in the ankle and a few days of rehab ahead the decision was easy: take a bus forward along my route to the mythical, magical tourist town of Marrakech. The bus ride itself was... as bus rides tend to be... long, boring, and cramped. The land continued to roll, eventually dropping onto a flat, stony, almost-desert plain. I had a beef tajine (Morrocan stew) at the bus rest stop and towards the bottom of the bowl I came across a hoof. They don't waste anything in these parts!
Arriving in Marrakech, it was only 2 kilometres (slow and painful, though) from the bus station into the central medina (old city - market), to where all the budget hotels are. I was surprised how clean and non-dusty it was. Tourists were everywhere, mostly Moroccans, and the place was alive. Snake charmers, belly dancers, dancing monkeys, tarot card readers, and a copious amount of food vendors. Always something going on, lots of fun, a great place to linger for a few days and heal up. I convinced an ice cream sandwich salesman to scrape off some ice from the freezer wall where he keeps the sandwiches, such that I was able to subsequently spend a few hours icing my ankle. For dinner I had 2 helpings of calamari and some fried eggplant, along with glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice (about 10 CDN total). I met up with some Aussies and we passed the night away taking in the spectacles of the medina.
posted by Graham Durrant at 9:17 AM
1 Comments:
as long as it wasn't hoof of varken you're okay!
that's nasty! you know that hoof was walking around on dirt and pooh and then it went straight into the stew for extra flavour! yuck!
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