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03 February 2010 • Travel time: with 12 January 2010 on 19 January 2010
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Finally, my old dream came true - to visit Morocco, to visit the mysterious Maghreb! Maghrib means western or where the sun sets! After the triumphant broadcast of the series "Clone", my desire to travel to this amazing country reached its climax! But only this year, having finally postponed trips to my beloved old woman Europe and other Turkey-Egypts, I finally realized my dream. I came across an advertisement for the tour "Imperial Cities of Morocco". And I decided: everything, we must go! Painfully the program was interesting and rich. For 7 days it was necessary to go around not only the most interesting cities of Morocco, but also mountainous areas, small settlements and ancient Roman ruins.

So, day 1. Arrived in Marrakesh. Menara Airport is new, bright, openwork. Very clean and beautiful. The roof is also openwork, which creates the impression of airiness and lightness of construction. And a lot of light!


I go outside and near the bus, waiting for the group, I begin to undress intensively. Although, prudently, she took off her warmest clothes on the plane, changed her puffy jacket for a light windbreaker, a sweater for a T-shirt, etc. The temperature is about + 23C, and by the way, mid-January! Lyapota! I look around: at 70 km you can see snowy mountains. Very convenient: if you want to bask in the warm Marrakech, if you want to ski in the Atlas Mountains. Everything is at hand! Finally the group is together. They promised about 40 people, in fact it turned out to be 14. The guide Mohammed is an intelligent kind of uncle. The group is all pensioners. Well, almost ...or rather, pre-retirement. Turned out they were all nice people. The atmosphere was very welcoming! Settled in the hotel Golden Tulip Farah **** quickly. The rooms are very decent, the hotel is very good, not so far from the Medina. Medina is the old center. That's where the fun happens. Gave 3 free hours, decided to take a walk.

I left the hotel, walked about 500 meters and realized that I had to return urgently. Wild country, wild customs! The men all, as one, whistle, yell, wave their hands and smile, smile, smile. Lord, I think, how do white people live here? Particularly white women. This is not Turkey for you, in which long-haired blondes have not surprised anyone for a long time. In Morocco, men are activated at lightning speed. I decided it was more expensive for myself and returned to the hotel. By evening, an optional excursion to the famous Sq. Djemaa El Fna (Djemaa El Fna) - "a gathering place for nonentities". She can lead someone into shock and awe, but it’s unlikely for me. Yes, a lot of people. Have you been to the Maidan? Especially on pre-election days! Yes, full of beggars, beggars and other dubious personalities. And we don't have them? Well, fakirs, well, snake charmers, fortune tellers and henna painters, merchants of all sorts of things. Interesting, but not disgusting. Before the trip, I read the reviews of other tourists.

Particularly reverent spoke about visiting the square is very ambiguous. One exalted lady even wrote that her husband fainted there. Can you imagine a man who fainted at the sight of the eastern square with its specific smells? ! However! It is difficult to lead us into a stupor. I even ventured to drink orange juice, which they make there at every turn, because there are tents around the perimeter of the entire square, in my opinion, there are 69 pcs, in which they will squeeze the freshest juice for 3 dirhams. Do not forget to say without ice, otherwise it will take half a glass. For reference, 3 dirhams is about 28 cents. 1 euro is equal to 11 dirhams. Well, tell me, for mercy, in what other country will you squeeze juice for such a ridiculous price? ! At the end, the owner of the tent will definitely say: “My number is 23. Come again! “ They say, ah-ah-ah, unsanitary conditions, then and there! Nothing like this! The juice tasting was not marked by any deplorable results.

I even had dinner in the square! Of the tourists, only a few decide on this. My comrades looked at me like I was a heroine, well, or like I was crazy. During the day, the area is quite spacious, there are not many people. And in the evening it turns into a huge restaurant. As if by magic, portable restaurants appear everywhere and food is cooked on huge barbecues. If you look from above, from the terrace of one of the restaurants located along the perimeter of the square, you get the impression that you are in a huge kitchen. Smoke pours everywhere, smokes, sizzles and smells unthinkable! Food is served right there, on folding tables with benches. No tablecloths, paper backings or anything like that! Like in the field. Field kitchen, Spartan conditions. The food is amazing! Surprisingly! I took tajine. In general, we must pay tribute, Moroccan cuisine impressed me extremely. This is such a mix of Arabic, Berber, French and Spanish cuisine.


I have never eaten anything tastier before. I will return to the question of the kitchen more than once. Tajine is meat baked in special clay pots with cone-shaped lids. According to the rules, on the coals. But it is possible on a conventional gas burner. The meat is melting! Tender, juicy, aromatic. It happens from lamb, veal, chicken and even fish. The most delicious is meat. It happens with the addition of vegetables. The clingy beggars prevented us from enjoying the most delicious dish to the full extent. They are tissue sellers. Entrepreneurs, damn it! They poke a greasy pack of napkins in your nose at a price slightly inferior to dinner. But it was not there! A light-brown tourist always has everything with him: paper napkins for you, and wet ones for you. This upset the beggars very much. What is surprising is that the owners of the eatery do not drive away the poor. Everyone has their own business, so to speak. Crazy, according to comrades, dinner on the square, also did not end in anything deplorable.

Despite the complete lack of sanitation and close communication with the people! Then I decided to guess. Fortune-tellers sit here and there on the square, I counted about 6 people, and maybe more. Fortune telling costs 10 dirhams - less than Euro. Why not? Walk, so walk! I chose an older fortuneteller, therefore more experienced. Too bad I didn't think to take a picture! The most colorful personality! A shabby grandmother in terrible rags is sitting on a tiny chair, laying out the same greasy cards on a dirty rag. The guide translates. Grandma says that you need to give something. Well, like, gild the pen! I give 20 dirhams, there are no smaller bills. They instantly disappear in the bosom. Seek fistula! “You will go out, ” says the fortune-teller, “to marry a Moroccan. You will be happy, two sons and a new house with a car. “ Looks at the guide, and continues: “Thinks about you (I mean about the guide) all the time! Will come! Marry agree! He loves you (in the sense of I am a guide) madly. Let's laugh!

It is especially funny that I see the guide for the first time and he is 55 years old! Yes, and he does not particularly shine with beauty. In short, she didn’t say anything bad, it’s already good! While walking around the square, local men behind the guide made eyes, waved their hands, one even threw a rose. Hit the guide!

Day 2. Marrakesh. Full day city tour. After breakfast we visited the Menara gardens. At half past nine in the morning the air is saturated with a light haze, orange trees are everywhere, the smell is simply fantastic! The entrance to the garden is located on the same axis as the boulevard leading to the main attraction of Marrakesh - the Kutoubia Mosque. It can be seen for miles around. This is the tallest building in the city. Then we go to the Bahia Palace. It was built in the 19th century as the residence of the Grand Vizier Sultan Mulay al Hassan I. The palace has stunningly beautiful gardens with fountains and shady courtyards. And a lot of mosaics! Awesome! Magical!


Motley and very harmonious at the same time! Then we walk along Mellah - the old Jewish quarter of Marrakech. It was founded in the 16th century and is now inhabited by Muslims. Here you can visit small synagogues. Then we visit the Saadian Shrine. After lunch we drive to the Souk. Souk is a market. Chaos of small shopping streets. It is divided into industrial quarters: shoemakers, jewelers, tinsmiths, blacksmiths and other artisans. In this area, the oriental charm is especially felt: thousands of artisans work right on the streets and immediately sell their products. Hundreds of scents hover in the air: mint, leather, paint, lime, wax, wood, cinnamon, sulfur, iron...Wooden figures and musical instruments are carved before your eyes, pottery is molded, famous grandmothers are made (these are such leather slippers, walking impossible - the sole is very slippery) and copper teapots. The copper market is the loudest.

Here they knock louder than in the blacksmiths' quarter. Therefore, all chasers hear very badly and speak among themselves with a cry. In the evening, we, exhausted but very impressed tourists, are taken to the famous open-air restaurant Chez Ali, which is located in the Palm Grove (Palmeraie). This is something like Disneyland, only in the local oriental flavor of 1001 nights. On a vast territory surrounded by desert, there is an oasis of rare beauty. The impression is as if you are in a fairy tale. Everywhere there are buildings in the form of castles, fortresses, mosques and other national bells and whistles. On the territory of the complex there are huge tents made of thick velvet of burgundy, blue, white and red tones intertwined with gold threads. There are expensive carpets on the floor. It is supposed to sit at low tables covered with silk tablecloths to match the walls and carpets, on special Moroccan sofas, rather narrow, leaning on numerous pillows.

It doesn't matter how we dislike borscht! Nonsense! Fruit was brought for dessert. By the way, the hit of the Moroccan light dessert is oranges with cinnamon. Oranges are cut into circles and sprinkled with cinnamon on top. And that’s all… Very simple, very easy and very tasty! During dinner, groups of singers and dancers pass by, performing music from all regions of the country. To me, they are all the same, just dressed a little differently. And songs-dances well, one to one! They beat themselves on a tambourine and do it very cleverly with their tongues. In the film "Clone" repeatedly observed.

After the meal, at ten o'clock in the evening, the entertainment program began. The performance program includes shows of equestrian groups, dance and musical groups from different regions of Morocco, as well as oriental dances. This show is called Fantasy. I have already seen him in Egypt. There, by the way, it was much more interesting and of better quality. The show ends with a parade of all participants and fireworks.


More horse riders are firing from their berdans. It makes you want to say: "Shooted. " But in general, the impression is very positive!

Day 3 Casablanca. Rabat.

In the morning we leave the pink flamingo Marrakech. Pink, because all the buildings in this city are required to be painted pink and red. It's such a specificity. By the way, in Morocco, different cities have their own specific color. Marrakech is reddish, Rabat is blue, Casablanca is white, Meknes is green. The road lies through Settat, called in Morocco the granary of the country. Numerous fields, meadows and plains. Very picturesque. Agaves and cacti grow along the road. There are a lot of cacti. Their fruits are used in medicine. But also how fruits are sold at the market. We arrive in Casablanca. Casablanca - the white house (casa blanca) - is the largest city in Morocco with a population of 3.210, 000 people. 60% of Moroccan companies and almost every bank have their headquarters in Casablanca.

This is what makes Casablanca the most important commercial center in North Africa. In addition, Casablanca is also the center of international trade and the main industrial center of Morocco. In addition, Morocco's largest port on the Atlantic. Here you can always find a job, and salaries are 2-3 times higher. But big problems with housing. Renting an apartment or at least a room in Casablanca is a great success, but getting to work is very problematic. Sometimes you have to change up to 4 buses. One of the main attractions of Casablanca is located on the Atlantic coast northwest of the medina - the Hassan II Mosque - the tallest building in the city built on the ocean and the second largest in the Muslim world after the mosque in Mecca. This is the creation of the French architect Michel Pinsot.


3.300 craftsmen, using the technologies of the 21st century, erected the highest minaret in the world, installed a retractable roof, which turns the prayer hall into a magnificent terrace in 3 minutes. The 200-meter Minaret of the mosque is 30 m higher than the pyramid of Cheops and 40 m higher than the Cathedral of St. Peter in the Vatican. In addition to purely religious significance, the mosque is a cultural center. Here is a madrasah, a library, a national museum. The decor of the mosque causes sincere admiration: frescoes, mosaics, carving and painting on wood, stucco, intricate patterns, Arabic script, magnificence of colors. The prayer hall is adorned with 78 pink granite columns, and golden marble and green onyx tiles line the floors. 50-ton Venetian glass chandeliers illuminate the space. The hall can accommodate up to 2.000 worshipers, and another 8.000 can fit on the esplanade. The roof is covered with bright emerald tiles, its central part can move apart.

In addition, 2/3 of the mosque is in the ocean and only 1/3 is on land.

After lunch we move to Rabat. Located somewhere in the middle of the coastline of Morocco, on the left bank near the source of the river Bou Regreg, Rabat is the political and administrative capital and the official residence of the king. All ministries and embassies are located in Rabat. Rabat is also the industrial center of the country, where, among other things, textiles and building materials are produced. First we went to inspect the royal palace, or rather Palace Square. Entrance to the palace is prohibited. Not far from Palace Square. there is an ancient Roman necropolis of Shellah (Chellah). Behind the high main battlement gate, a densely overgrown garden opens, interspersed with colorful ruins against the backdrop of the river. Shellah is, as it were, divided into two parts: the ancient Roman ruins on the left and the Arab ruins with a necropolis on the right.

Shellah is a unique example of the layering of monuments of several civilizations on Moroccan soil. The current habitat of a huge number of storks. Storks in Morocco are like sacred cows in India. They are very loved, proud of them and protected in every possible way. The first settlements appear on the banks of the river, and later the Roman colony of Sala. Sala Colonia, according to legend, was so rich and influential that it issued its own money, and the inhabitants of the city tied dogs and donkeys with golden chains. On the southern rocky bank of the Bou Regreg River, at the point of its confluence with the Atlantic Ocean, rises the fortress of Casbah des Oudaia. Sultan Abd al-Mumin (Almohad dynasty) began the construction of the fortress in 1158 as a purely military structure. Later, she served as pirates to protect the mouth of the river from European warships.


The name comes from the name of the Udaya bandit tribe, "planted to be fed" in Morocco during the Almoravid dynasty to counter the local nomads. For the construction of the kasbah, not the traditional Moroccan building material - clay, but shell rock from the shores of the ocean was used. The gate, as they say, was cut from a monolith. Kasbah is a labyrinth of perfectly clean narrow streets with white buildings. The bottom of the buildings, doors and shutters are painted blue. By the way, it is very reminiscent of the Greek island of Santorini. If you pay attention to the little things, you notice a lot of interesting things: door handles in the form of Fatima's hand, a ceramic insert in the wall, an iron fly-ashtray on the door. No door in the fortress is like another. A few decades ago, housing in the fortress was considered asocial and the poorest segments of the population lived there.

According to the established tradition, King Hassan II of Morocco decides to perpetuate the memory of his father Mohammed V in stone. Over the course of several years (1962-1971), four hundred craftsmen erected a cubic building of white marble with a pyramidal roof covered with emerald-colored tiles over the steep bank of Bou Regreg next to the Hassan Tower. The entrances of each of the four facades are decorated with horseshoe-shaped arches, decorated with sayings from the Koran. A wide staircase made of white Carrara marble leads to the mausoleum. The ceiling is made of cedar, decorated with carvings and gilding, and more than 2 tons of copper was used for the huge chandelier. Visitors can walk through the gallery to view the sarcophagus of Mohammed V from a marble monolith from above. Everything is allowed to be photographed. Even the guards don't mind!

Day 4 Meknes. The imperial city, Moroccan Versailles, a city under the green tiles of the color of Islam.

000 horses, each of which had its own stall, now still amaze with their size and often become scenery for various films. Scorsese filmed The Last Temptation of Christ here. From any place in the stables, a perspective opens up of columns going into the distance. The roof of the building has not been preserved, and the rays of the sun, penetrating through the high semicircular vaults, create an amazing play of light and shadow. The granary - Dar el-Ma (Water House) - was designed to provide food for all the inhabitants of the stables. 10 wells (25 m) helped maintain the necessary humidity and supply the horses with water. Moulay Ismail personally came up with a water circulation system under the stone floor and powerful walls. Once upon a time, the roof of Dar el Ma was a cascade of terraces on which gardens grew. An external staircase will lead you upstairs. The preserved terrace offers a magnificent view of the Imperial City.


After lunch, we go to Volubilis, 30 kilometers from Meknes at an altitude of 400 m, on Mount Zerhun, the ruins of the ancient Roman city of Volubilis, the ancient capital of the Roman province of Mauritania Tingitanskaya, rise. This area has been inhabited by people since the Neolithic. In the III century BC. e. there was a Berber town inhabited by Greeks, Berbers, Jews and Syrians. Roman Emperor Caligula made Volubilis in 40 AD. e. the capital of a remote province. The population of the city was about 20.000 people, their main occupation, with the exception of agriculture, was the extraction of copper and olive oil. Numerous earthquakes over almost two thousand years did not spare the ruins of Volubilis. But many buildings have survived to this day. One of the main archaeological monuments of Volubilis is the Triumphal Arch in Volubilis.

Sunny, warm, around +26C. And I must say, in winter in Morocco, the rainy season and the wind is so strong that it doesn’t even make sense to open an umbrella - it blows it away! We were wonderfully lucky with the weather! So, we have lunch in a luxurious restaurant. And then I notice a strange nervous movement of the waiters. Covered 14 servings - one extra. We counted the tourists over their heads - one is missing! You should have seen the face of our guide! Shock and Awe! We got on the bus: everything is there, except for one man in his 50s. Moreover, his backpack lies on the seat, but the man is not. Began to restore the events of the day. They agreed that they last saw him at a coffee stop in a small town, 200 km from the place of lunch. More than 3 hours have passed since then! And no one caught on! With great difficulty, the guide contacted the travel agency, found out the mob. tel. missing tourist, phoned him and found out that he had been forgotten at the bank, where they stopped by for a few minutes to exchange money! He traveled alone.

And without waiting for all the tourists to exchange currency, he went in search of a toilet, without warning anyone. When I returned, our bus had already sped away! It's good that the man somehow spoke English. lang. and generally an experienced traveller. From a bank employee, he figured out how to get to Fez, where we had our next overnight stay. Having changed 3 or 4 scheduled buses, he safely reached the hotel, where he was already waiting for the group to arrive. When we arrived at the hotel, he was celebrating his reunion with the band in splendid isolation, warming up his whiskey in the bar. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief! Well that ends well!

All the worries gave me a headache. And since we spent almost every night in a different city, constantly moving, some things were still forgotten in previous hotels. So it happened with headache pills. I go to the pharmacy, and there the hostess is a nice Ukrainian girl Oksana.


I must say, the Moroccans are basically a very slender nation, both young and older. The percentage of overweight people is much lower than in Europe. Americans would just be jealous! Young girls are real long-legged beauties! Slender gazelles! It remains unclear why, with so many beauties around, Moroccans simply become satanic at the sight of “white” women? By the way, my first shock about such a hot outpouring of delight from Moroccan men passed pretty quickly. When I was finally convinced that in addition to enthusiastic compliments, no one misses you, does not try to be rude and insolent. Absolute safety even for single young travelers! Enough in Morocco and representatives of the oldest profession. Prostitutes do not stand on the street, or they work in special brothels, or hang out in a disco, waiting for customers.

Outwardly, they do not differ at all from ordinary girls, but everyone knows who they are and why they came here. And if someone does not know, they will explain. By the way, the life of the Moroccan prostitutes is completely calm. They are not driven into slavery, they do not have pimps, I do not arrange “subbotniks” for girls. Full respect. Used - paid, said goodbye. Yearning! Whether business at ours!

Day 5 Fes. A sightseeing tour of Fez fell out of my schedule. Because such an active immersion in the Moroccan nightlife ended up sleeping in the room until 5 pm! I will definitely come back to Fes! It's worth it! But the evening was again joyfully spent in the already familiar and now familiar campaign! I was shown night Fez. It is something. A huge number of fountains, fountains along the entire avenue, dancing, illuminated. The main avenue Hassan II is the Champs Elysees, only in Morocco.

We have fun in the evening in the bar of the old Medina (there are two of them in Fes: Stara and New). Lots of foreign tourists and Moroccans. Persuade me to try pastilla. This is a pie made from filo dough, which resembles puff pastry. The filling is varied, the most delicious, as the Moroccans say, is with pigeon meat. I take, of course, with pigeon. The filling is placed on the bottom of the dough sheets, and the edges are carefully wrapped in such a way that a round, completely closed shape is formed. After baking, it is generously sprinkled with powdered sugar and served hot. All the charm of pastilla is in an unusual combination of meat, oriental spices and powdered sugar! Delicious!

Day 6 Crossing the Middle Atlas. On a picturesque road surrounded by Berber villages, we are moving towards the city of Beni Mellal. Landscapes change each other with fantastic speed!


Either hills overgrown with cedar forests, or olive groves, or lunar landscapes and rounded mountains, or Martian, with red earthen rock. Indescribable beauty! It’s not even a pity that we spend almost the whole day on the road. Stop for lunch at a small roadside restaurant. The inside is lavishly decorated, all in red Moroccan carpets, sofas and cushions. There are stuffed animals on the walls and, of course, a front photo of the entire royal family! I must say, the king of Morocco is a young and handsome man. And his wife is generally beautiful - you just can’t take your eyes off! By the way, I am a programmer by training. We ate for a week in Morocco, but we were never served such delicious food as in this small restaurant. The Moroccan cabbage rolls were especially striking. I don't know what they are called. Long, long peppers (there is such a variety) are stuffed with rice, meat, carrots, and baked in honey sauce with tomato juice.

The combination of spicy-sweet with meat is an indescribable delicacy! Overnight in Afurer.

Day 7 Moving to Marrakesh. On the way we stop at the Jewish International College. There are a lot of people: youth, parents, friends, relatives. Is it parent's day? Actually it's Monday! The people are relaxed, open, joyful. Many with school excursions, with teachers. They play Moroccan drums, sing, fool around. Freedom is in the air! Boys, including schoolchildren of 14 years old, shoot their eyes and send kisses! However! Apparently, flirting is in their blood! With mother's milk, so to speak! By 12 o'clock we arrive in Marrakech and again we settle in the Golden Tulip Farah, which has already become native. Lunch at the hotel restaurant. We choose according to the map from 3 proposed menus. I took French mushroom soup, fish-tongue with white sauce, and for dessert everyone agreed on a fruit sorbet and some mysterious dough.

They tormented the waiter with questions about what it was, he really could not explain! He just smiled mysteriously and said: “Try it! “ We thought the sorbet balls would lie on fruit and fouette leaves. What was our disappointment when, instead of tender puff pastry, there was couscous! Have you ever eaten sundae on a pillow of couscous? For a big fan! After lunch we had free time until the evening. Went to Medina for shopping. For those who love shopping: there is nothing to buy in Morocco! They don't have boutique streets, huge shopping malls, etc. a shopper's paradise. That is, they, of course, exist, but somewhere in the quarters in which tourists do not go at all. But there are no shops in the city center! Only markets. At the bazaar you can buy souvenirs, crafts made of silver, leather, copper, carpets, national costumes, rich caftans, spices, oriental sweets and jeans.


Very good quality, replicas of well-known brands, bargained for $20. For another $ 2, they will sew you a length, right there, in front of you. I bought a very beautiful handmade wool lace shawl for $10, spices, argan oil and, of course, oriental sweets! Kilogram 2, priced at 150 dirhams per kg. Souvenirs such as T-shirts with the inscription "I love Morocco", figures of dromedaries, etc. I didn’t take crap - there’s nowhere to put it! In the evening we were taken to the famous restaurant Dar Essalam (to freedom, in translation). There, Hitchcock filmed scenes for his film The Man Who Knew Too Much. This is a real palace! In the past, the home of a Moroccan general. 4 main halls (Old hall for 100 guests, Bahia for 50 guests, Royal room for 180 guests and Marjan for 130 guests) plus numerous lounges, a hookah room, etc. Rich decor, magnificent interiors, mosaics, wooden carved ceilings, gilded doors ! Eastern fairy tale!

The first was Harira Marrakchia soup, a vegetable soup with chickpeas. Then appetizers were served: olives and other small things. On the second - chicken tagine. Then couscous - where without it? Dessert was a fruit platter and mint tea. Tea drinking in Morocco is a whole ceremony! Tea is served in small metal teapots with a large amount of fresh fragrant mint and 3 sugar cubes. Sugar is put directly into the teapot, then the contents of the teapot are poured into a glass, and then back into the teapot. So they stir the sugar. That is, they won’t give you a teaspoon, don’t be surprised. Then tea is solemnly poured into a glass, while raising the teapot high. With such an unusual filling method, a large amount of foam is formed. Tea without foam in Morocco is like tea without tea leaves here! They pour, as a rule, half a glass so as not to burn their fingers and drink. Then the remaining tea is poured again from a great height. 3 sugar cubes per glass of tea is, I must say, very sweet.

Especially when you consider that I drink tea / coffee without sugar at all. But in Morocco, I courageously put all 3 pieces: walk, walk! During dinner, guests of the restaurant are entertained with national shows. Musicians play national instruments, women sing and dance. Then a woman comes out with a tray on her head, on which burning candles are installed. She moves to the beat of the music, lies on the floor, turns around, makes various turns and somersaults, sits on a twine, not inferior to Alina Kabaeva in plastic! And all this with a heavy tray! Wow! We applaud from the bottom of our hearts! Then a young beautiful girl appears, performing a belly dance. The girl is beautiful, the figure is good, the tummy is appetizing, but she does not move well. Pinocchio! The effect is blurred completely! But in general, the impressions from visiting the restaurant are very positive! After dinner, we decide to visit the famous nightclub Le Teatro. One of the best in Marrakech.

Famous DJs are often invited, various shows are arranged, one of which is fiery, undoubtedly the most spectacular. Entrance to disco and nightclubs is 150 dirhams, for this money you are still entitled to a free alcoholic drink (well, or without - for absolute teetotalers). Monday - the club is packed! I wonder if Moroccans work at all? Yes, by the way, all disco and nightclubs open only at 12 at night.


Day 8 Final! Sadly, all good things come to an end! So the wonderful journey through this amazing country has come to an end! Transfer to the airport at 12 noon, there is not much time. I take a taxi and go to see the famous Marrakesh hotel. According to the meter in Morocco, taxi drivers do not carry at all. It is necessary to negotiate the price of the trip in advance. I roughly know that officially it would cost less than 5 dirhams, we agree on 10. The taxi driver kisses the hands, falls asleep with compliments and promises to pick it up for free!

I get out at the hotel, I ask the taxi driver to pick me up in an hour. Security guards smile kindly at the entrance. May I see the hotel? They answer politely but firmly: “The visit is open from 11 o’clock. ” Oh, what a pity! After all, I have an airplane today! The doors immediately swing open, inviting me to visit the most famous hotel in Marrakech. “This is the most beautiful place on earth, ” Winston Churchill wrote to US President Roosevelt, persuading him to come to the La Mamounia Hotel. This is one of the finest hotels in the world, whimsy hotel, style hotel, palace hotel. Its history is inextricably linked with the history of the city. 300 years ago, at the foot of the High Atlas, between the medieval Medina and the place where modern Marrakech is now located, the magnificent Arset el Mamoun garden was spread, which became the wedding gift of the Sultan to his son.

Most of the rooms overlook the garden and pool area and have spacious terraces. Several rooms and apartments at La Mamounia overlook the famous Koutoubia Mosque. Among especially demanding clients who value individual service, villas are very popular, where a personal butler, cook and servants are at the disposal of guests around the clock. The restaurants and bars of La Mamounia are considered among the best in Marrakesh and are very popular not only among hotel guests, but also among the townspeople. The gastronomic restaurant "Marrakech Imperial" is decorated in the style of the legendary liner "Normandie". It is only open on bank holidays for dinners at t

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Triumphal Arch, Volubilis
Basilique
Meknes. Bab El Mansour
Bab El-Khemis, городские ворота Мекнеса
Сине-белые дома крепости Касба
Bab al-Casbah, ворота крепости Удайя
Ворота королевского дворца, Рабат
Chellach
Внутри крепости Шеллах
Мавзолей Муххамеда V, Рабат
Конный страж
Casbah des Oudaia
Касабланка, мечеть Хасана II.
Касабланка, мечеть Хасана II
Усыпальницы Саадитов, Марракеш
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Аэропорт Марракеша
Павильон Менара, Марракеш
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