By this time we are tired. Jamie and I had experiences in the Fes Medina that made going to the tougher, bigger and more abrasive Medina of Marrakesh a little daunting. But you gotta do what you gotta do. We have a flight booked out in a few days to get to Italy and there is no turning back at this point. A long train ride later and many pringles later we arrived at the station to be brought to the Medina to find our home for the next few days.
The Medina is a maze of alleys and streets. While in Fes you are always moving out of the way for donkeys and carts in Marrakesh they tear around on motorbikes. I don't think this is an improvement. The directions to our hostel included finding a young boy and paying him to lead you to the hostel. In Morocco you can't ask where the bathroom is without handing someone some money. They are very hip to the idea of tipping.... upon arrival we had the first of many disputes about how much to pay someone. The hostel sent us a paper with a price, we paid the price the boy took us on a round about way and therefore demanded more money for his time. We did not give in on this one, gotta stand your ground where you can.
We settled in and didn't even venture out that night for more than a few necessities. Our hostel sucked but we had internet and there are some last minute Italy things to hatch out. Traveling with three people really does take more planning.....
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