Mysteries of Morocco

13th October 2007 - Marrakech The echoes of horns and scooters are ringing in my head and the scents of spices and petrol still linger on my clothes. I've returned to Africa and this time I'm in Morocco. More precisely, I'm in a small riad just off Djemaa el-Fna in the central medina of Marrakech. The accommodation is not quite what I expected, with no towels or toilet paper being the obvious missing items. There's also no lock on the door, but the 'hotel' does have security in the form of an 80-year-old man who sits on the floor at the entrance of the building. The huge square in the centre...

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