My beautiful city, my second home. You chaotic, hectic place of restricting contrasts but oh so exciting!
Well, I'm back in Marrakech and have been busy networking the social scene. In Morocco it is who you know and how you know them that counts. If you great a person in the street - you know them, if they stop to talk - they are a close friend of yours and if you can go there/have their tel number and they are of slight importance - you know them very well. The emphasis can also increase if you want to make clear that you know someone better that someone else claiming to know them.
Ah the joys of socialising in the Medina and Morocco on whole. I have my own list of little brags but let's leave that for a later date.
But now after a few days in this city of dealing with souk sellers that have no concept of money at times it seems (an alteration to a bag, changing a button to a zipper, supposedly costing DH200 extra. I don't think so. Not when the bag in it's original form was also DH200)it is time to blitz on to Taghazout and experience the chilled out vibe down there.
After all I am on my own networking mission to expand the Bare Minimum Travel portfolio and the only way i workis by checking accommodation out first hand.
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