Day dist: 11.78 kms (in the city)
End day odo: 262.9 kms
Noon temperature: 27 C
Woke up at 10:00 and worked on the computer arranging all the pictures I had from yesterday. Took another nap and finally at 13:30 I left the hotel on bike headed for the train station to obtain info regarding my return to Casablanca. Looking for the train station was an opportunity to take a closer look at the city and yesterday’s impression was reinforced. It is indeed a very beautiful city.
Photo of the city hall
When I arrived there I stopped short from entering. The two guards at the entrance would not allow me in with the bike and they actually meant it. I protested saying that my intention was to take the bike with me in the train to Casa and how could I do that if I was not even allowed to enter the station with it. If only Greece had won the match with Argentina thing would have been so different. One of the guards explained to me that I would have to go to an agency which was a few blocks away and they would arrange for the bike to be separately shipped. The whole thing turned out to be more complicated but I will leave out the details. Spithas can be shipped for a small additional fee, which, ironically enough, is more that what my own ticket costs.
Train station
After the whole thing was settled I biked around in the area
Mohamed V avenue
The only building that I’ve seen so far that is not red.
Avenue that leads to Jemaa el Fna square
Buggies parked near a hotel
I biked back to the hotel and left Spithas behind to go visit the “Al Badii” palace.
Some interesting pictures on the way
This is what leads to the palace entrance
The “Al Badii” palace seems to have found new denizens. There were storks all over the place.
View of what is left from the interior
The sultan stork
From there I walked to the nearby palace of “Al Bahia” and here is the entrance.
Inside the palace
I walked back to the hotel and got some interesting pictures on the way
After resting for a while at the hotel, I went out to the square again and here are some pictures
Blind mendicants
Marrakechian chefs cooking at the square
I walked around a bit got something with meat to eat, bought two ice cones, and decided to sit at a café and watch the people go by. There were no empty seats in any of the cafés, so I went to the café at the terrace of the corner building. It was already night and the spectacle was really worth it. More interestingly I stroke a conversation with some café patrons. It was a multinational milieu, a Colombian girl, a French guy from Bearitz, and two local engineers. I was interesting. At around midnight we split and I went to my hotel next door and this is from where I am writing all this to you.
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