W and I spent 3 days in Marrakesh. 1.5 days should be more than sufficient if you have instinctive navigation skills. If i were to do a pie chart, 40% of our time will shown as "wandering around like a headless chicken". This is despite us asking for directions and with the help of google maps, amazing.
This really frustrated me but not W. I detest walking around aimlessly unless that is my original objective (i.e shopping). W tried to persuade me to deviate from the checklist and include "walk around and soak up the local atmosphere"-his synonym for being lost. Nice try. Might work if I wasn't one of those annoying bitches who plans every step of the itinerary right down to taking line X of the train service, alighting Y stops after and then heading off to the streets via exit Z. I think we make a good pair-W with his OCD standards of hygiene and paranoid me with my Plan Bs.
Okay, back to Marrakesh. The thing I like most about this city is how it is so real and bursting with life-the noise, the sweat and the grime. Also, it is refreshing to witness how locals were so fervent about their religion. 5 times a day, prayer bells chime and streets become empty as locals rush to the mosque.
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