I have noted to myself tonight that cafe au lait followed by Nouss Nouss (Moroccan 1/2 and 1/2, espresso shot with milk) is depending on how you see it...
...for Coffee lovers: a right buzz
...for non coffee drinkers: NOT! the way to go
Cold sweat, rushing back from Djema el Fnaa the 10 mins walk down Riad Zitoun Jedid, turning off at the graffiti duck pathway. So happy to be back on my terrace.
Guess which group I belong to?
Allah praise mint tea!!!
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Marrakech - Lebes, becher
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.
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.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
3 months on the road - declimatising
I've just come back from 3 months on the road whirlwindig round Asia. Thailand was just the necessary evil I had to put up with to easily access the rest of the countries, but the real trip was Cambodia, Vietnam and Burma.
The thing about traveling for 3 months is that so many exciting things happen that you can't really digest everything properly until you get back home.
It for example hits you when you sit in a restaurant in London again and are given knife instead of a spoon with your fork... oh yeah...I haven't seen one of those in 3 months
or
when the person on the bus next to you pulls out a plastic bag to admire their latest purchase and not to use as a vomit bag
or
babies around you actually need and are given attention by their overdoting mums, rather than simply putting up with a 10hr bus journey in blistering heat (never quite know how that one works but it does)
The trip was absolutely superb, although my master plan regarding "traveler weightloss" - 2 days dihorea = 2kg, 1 week recovering = 1 kg, 3 months sweating in general = - 2kg. Total 5kg weight loss - did not happen. The steady diet of rice in various shapes and forms kept me at exactly he same weight. C'mon...where was the salmonella god when I needed him ;)
So basically I am back. Declimatising from having aclimatised to my Asian surroundings.
...at least I'm doing it in style on a rooftop terrasse in Marrakech!
The thing about traveling for 3 months is that so many exciting things happen that you can't really digest everything properly until you get back home.
It for example hits you when you sit in a restaurant in London again and are given knife instead of a spoon with your fork... oh yeah...I haven't seen one of those in 3 months
or
when the person on the bus next to you pulls out a plastic bag to admire their latest purchase and not to use as a vomit bag
or
babies around you actually need and are given attention by their overdoting mums, rather than simply putting up with a 10hr bus journey in blistering heat (never quite know how that one works but it does)
The trip was absolutely superb, although my master plan regarding "traveler weightloss" - 2 days dihorea = 2kg, 1 week recovering = 1 kg, 3 months sweating in general = - 2kg. Total 5kg weight loss - did not happen. The steady diet of rice in various shapes and forms kept me at exactly he same weight. C'mon...where was the salmonella god when I needed him ;)
So basically I am back. Declimatising from having aclimatised to my Asian surroundings.
...at least I'm doing it in style on a rooftop terrasse in Marrakech!
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