A long, deep sleep was had by everyone last night and I would have lazed in bed longer, had the room and bed not been crawling with flies! We loaded up the poor mule for one last time and headed on foot down to the village of Imlil, where we met our bus.
I'd taken care to make sure we had a good bus as road safety isn't really a phrase that's used in Morocco. There was plenty of evidence of crashes on the drive down to Marrakesh - look at the 'road barrier' in the photo below!
After locating our Hotel, we went for lunch in the main town square.
Up on a terrace, above the madness, we could take stock of our surroundings and get our bearings a bit. Afterwards, we had a bit of down time, though the heat of the day and regrouped at 5 for a tour of the town by horse and cart.
After several negotiations, haggles, 'best prices' and other such nonsense, we climbed aboard...
It was a nice way to see the town and with a group of you, relatively inexpensive.
From there, we set off into the famous market souqs...
Everything is for sale - from Teapots to Rolexs and nothing with a fixed price...
We all made it out alive, although some with lighter wallets. We had dinner from the 'safety' of another terrace cafe. It was more expensive up there, but worth it to be able to relax.
After watching acrobats, storytellers, snake charmers and more haggling, we eventually made it back to the hotel at 11pm all utterly shattered, where we spent the night lying on our beds sweating, listening to the chaos outside.
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