Marrakesh Menara Airport... is beautiful! Stunning architecture both inside and outside. I was taken aback by how elaborately decorated the smoking areas were. Due to the fact that their currency - the Moroccan Dirham - is closed, we were forced to convert at the airport but later discovered that it's cheaper to do outside where you'll get better value for your money. Bev was definitely ready with the haggling because we were quoted a ridiculous price to take us to our hotel - only a ten minute drive away - but she did what she does and we secured a far cheaper price. Strangely enough we weren't identified as British but American. One thing I would say is that the staff were very kind and helpful - that goes to say for all the nationals who we came into contact with.
My French... was and as I type, still is rusty as hell. I did French a couple of years ago for GCSE but when you don't continue to practice, yada yada yada ...So Bev was pretty much in charge of translating most (93%) of my wishes to the locals. I remained basic for the whole trip. Most spoke French, a few only Arabic and the occasional both - in my experience. Taxi... was of the kinds you see in the movies. Very old, antique but retained a certain 'je ne sais quoi' and I quickly grew quite fond of them. Seat belts weren't an issue but for the sake of valuing my life, I wore mine, I don't think Bev did though LOL. Their driving is civilised on well maintained roads - in the new city that is.
Hotel... was Dellarosa Hotel Suites and Spa. As we had to wait to check-in, we explored the spa that was apart of the hotel; I booked myself in for a manicure and pedicure whilst Bev experienced a Hammam wrap which she promised to do at least another time before she left - said she was lifted to heaven and then some.I will provide a more detailed account of our stay later on in my chronicles.
She's either super tall or I'm super short - you decide
Mx
