Larna took these great photos of the night market on Jenna el Fnaa the main square in Marrakesh: the man behind the food stall is one of the many exuberant and excitable Moroccans who beckons you; no implores you to eat at his stall. You make your selection from tagines, cous cous, kebabs etc and the plates of food arrive a few minutes later. The atmosphere is terrific with locals and tourists dining side by side. Saying that, the quality is not always so wonderful. Tonight I had a chicken tagine consisting of what must have been one sadly malnourished bird and watery vegetables drowning in oil. This though has been the exception to the rule.
Tonight we sat next to a really muscular looking Arabic guy and his girlfriend. He was pretty intimidating. Anyway we ended up in conversation as I commented on his rugby tatooo on his bicep. Turns out he is a rugby mad Lebanese guy who lives in Paris. We chatted about the All Blacks and Zinzan Brooke and he spoke Arabic so he hassled the waiters to bring a drink we had asked for at least three times. Before he left he insisted on buying us a drink as a gift. What a great guy. It is these kind of encounters I truly relish on our travels; the totally unexpected ones.
On the subject of our travels we will be in Marrakesh until Saturday morning; longer than we had planned; but it is to connect with a four day expedition to the Sahara. We travel in a small group; visit beautiful valleys and gorges; ancient sandstone villages and best of all camp two nights in the Sahara desert in a Bedouin tent reached via camel ride.
Larna took these great photos of the night market on Jenna el Fnaa the main square in Marrakesh: the man behind the food stall is one of the many exuberant and excitable Moroccans who beckons you; no implores you to eat at his stall. You make your selection from tagines, cous cous, kebabs etc and the plates of food arrive a few minutes later. The atmosphere is terrific with locals and tourists dining side by side. Saying that, the quality is not always so wonderful. Tonight I had a chicken tagine consisting of what must have been one sadly malnourished bird and watery vegetables drowning in oil. This though has been the exception to the rule.
Tonight we sat next to a really muscular looking Arabic guy and his girlfriend. He was pretty intimidating. Anyway we ended up in conversation as I commented on his rugby tatooo on his bicep. Turns out he is a rugby mad Lebanese guy who lives in Paris. We chatted about the All Blacks and Zinzan Brooke and he spoke Arabic so he hassled the waiters to bring a drink we had asked for at least three times. Before he left he insisted on buying us a drink as a gift. What a great guy. It is these kind of encounters I truly relish on our travels; the totally unexpected ones.
On the subject of our travels we will be in Marrakesh until Saturday morning; longer than we had planned; but it is to connect with a four day expedition to the Sahara. We travel in a small group; visit beautiful valleys and gorges; ancient sandstone villages and best of all camp two nights in the Sahara desert in a Bedouin tent reached via camel ride.
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