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Our journey started by default, mapping and travel planning, with the fact that this time I had to take into consideration that we do not have a house with us and we will have to keep going, providing a roof overhead and food. For these cases I use Booking . I know there are other possibilities, but Booking has always proven us and because I often use it, we have discounts and other benefits. We exchanged our maca for the plane and the rental car. If it does, we can not do it anymore. We have obtained cheap flights via KIWI 480eur for three back and forth through Madrid. We packed everything up to boarding passes so we did not have to go checkin. We chose the car taking into account the planned route distance of approx. 2000 km so I took the middle class and chose Peugeot 301. Theoretically, in the worst, he would sleep in it. Bad choice. There are two types of cars in Morocco. Old Mercedes and new Dacia. Everything else is rather an exception. I booked the car through Rentalcars and right from the start it was a problem. As I wrote, I did not take the cheapest and after paying for 280eur, I was confirmed by my Peugeot 301 or similar. Moment. Alike? I want exactly what I chose because I have my reasons. I wrote to them what they meant. The answer snarled me. It means you can get a car from the same category on the spot, but it does not have to be Peugeot. Hmmm, in the same category was Dacia Logan and it was 80EUR less. But I did not choose you here. Meanwhile, those cheap cars were not available, so there was nothing more than hope that we could get a decent car when we had chosen the most expensive in that class. In the future I will know that it is better to take the cheapest and then worse than you have paid, you can not get it. This can be a disappointment. Now what did you expect us to not prepare for? We flew from Budapest, so I parked 200m from 31eur airport to 12dn over parkvia, which I think is a good price. We set off early in the morning because we had 10: 00hod. We found the car park easily and everything was done exactly according to the instructions that will be sent to you. We boarded the plane and could begin our journey behind the beauties of Morocco.

Here's the video from the road

 

First day (3500km - 11 hours)

  • Ružomberok - Budapest - Madrid by air
  • Budapest - Madrid by air 3: 25hrs
  • Madrid city - 6hodin stopovers 37km po town
  • Madrid - Rabat aviators 1: 45hrs

After landing in Madrid, we had six hours to switch, so we chose the historic center. Everywhere I read that the most advantageous is the underground. We found the luggage storage directly opposite the terminal and the first shock. 30eur for three trunks. Walking with them is impossible, so what can be done. We immediately asked where to find a subway to get to the center. And another shock. The metro is being repaired and the airport is not running. so we have a bus. He just stopped us from the vault. We run and jump into it and find out right after the start. I do not know about the stoppages and I do not know. where to get out. Of course, we'll step up one flag later than we had. So we have to go back one flag. The price is the same as for the whole trip. 10 euros. 50 euros in a bucket and we have just come to the center. If you want to graduate like us, then you prefer to borrow at 28 euros at the airport car ... we did not come back after returning. We passed all bedeker, recommended sights. So, except for the royal palace. It was just the time that the entrance to it was free, and it ranged somewhere up to Paris. Madrid is a nice city, but we do not have to come back anymore. It's not the Rhyme or Paris, which is worth seeing twice. Interesting to me was mainly a market where local specialties and a church next to the royal palace were sold. All including a description of the sights and photos can be found on the map above. Just click on the map and everything is there. At the same time, our route as we passed the city. In six hours we did just that.
    The flight to Rabat was shorter and it was an hour less in Morocco so we landed on 20: 45hod their time before our tenth and from the fifth morning, we were already full of teeth. It is impossible to inscribe some emigration papers without a pen and to get the pen here is a miracle, so I recommend putting a pen in the bag if you are here. Milo surprised us that they had taken us for the first time thanks to the baby. Marocans generally love children and they all speak to them immediately. Our Leonard does not like it, so he was a little nasty and tired of the way. Quickly find a rental car, take a car and let it we are at the hotel for 59 Euros per night, which we were the only one booked at home. We found the rental easily, the airport in Rabat is not bigger than Bratislava. Finding staff, it was not that easy anymore. We were waiting for him for half an hour, and when he came, we got a cold shower on our question where we can pick up the paid car. AUTO IS NOT. Please? We have paid for it at 12 and we need to go to the hotel because the reception is not nonstop. AUTO NOT CANCEL reservation was the answer. I would tear him to a hundred small pieces. He did not even talk to us anymore. I will resolve the cancellation later, we now need a car. The rental is about five so it will not be a problem. WILL BE. Everyone stands by someone who throws his hands and no one rents a car. Outside it is like a can. I call the hotel that we will be late and if we do not know for a transfer from the airport. Very nice and willing lady sends us a car. It is supposed to be there for 15min. After half an hour, I'll tell her what's going on. The car does not know how to get to the airport. The rain broke the way towards the airport, and no car would get there. I'm beginning to know why rentals do not have cars for clients. In the rain, encourage young taxi drivers to take us to the city. They do not want to, because they know they will not get back. Eventually, she convinced them about the triple the amount she usually takes. 40eur. I do not care, it's half past twelve and the little one is sleeping on our hands. Boys do not know to find a hotel, so they navigate my navigation. The boy had, by the way, Sygic. :-) Locus - Sygic 1: 0. The hotel was already waiting for us with prepared tea and a small treat and a warm room because it was cold outside. The room and the bathroom are very nice and we finally lie down. We'll all be dealing with the next day, and we're asking whether we can stay one night longer. Unfortunately, everything has been booked.

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   We were expecting a great breakfast and good news in the morning. We can stay the next night because someone canceled the reservation and gave us a discount. The lady owner also helps us arrange a rental car. It's supposed to be a smaller Hyunday. Just have it and it's moving. The car will bring us in the afternoon, at the price of the originally agreed middle class, I get something small. The roads around Rabat are in poor condition and leave as soon as possible. Surely not in the direction of Casablanca, there is a road that is not impassable. It stops raining, so we go to the stormy sea. Amazing views of the cliffs and the friendly atmosphere of Rabat will make us feel relaxed. Lunch at the recommended restaurant was a cowboy. They did not understand half the English and French tickets, we did not understand. To this we have to get used to meeting it all the way. The Medina, as it is called the historic center, is quite well-arranged, so Motko himself, as well as the cemetery next to the medina, which is huge and very interesting. In the afternoon we return to pick up the car. The landlord had a pretentious terminal, but he did not even know a word in English again. Translated by the hotel owner into English. The deposit for the car is about 500 euros less than it should be in the original rental, which is quite pleasing to us, even though it is 1000 euros that are blocking your credit. Attention must be debit and embossed. The car we get is the renowned Hyunday I10. The smallest car I've ever been in. We have one bigger suitcase and one smaller Leonard trunk in the trunk. The other big must go behind the seat. The car has a climate and is a gasoline machine. Eventually it proved very good. In the evening, we chose the fortress over the river that divides the oldest Moroccan city of Rabat from the second oldest Salou. They stopped us looking at a barrier. The very last day we found out why.

The third day (Rabat - Moulay Idriss - Fes: 224km)
upward 2783m, down 2501m
Medina in Fes walking on foot - 4km


  In the morning, we went to Morocco with a day's delay. On the way around the airport, we saw a dilapidated journey and fascinated how fast it was arranged here from the mud of the mud that they saw on the road. First class roads are in perfect condition and drive from 80km to 100km. Everyone is keeping up with speed, probably because police officers with radars are at every turn and nobody is in a hurry, but in town it's a cowboy. There are three cars coming in from a single lane at the same time, and it is common that the car on the outside circuit does not turn right at first, but crosses the way they want to turn. One more thing to look out for. Preference is given by the one who is in the circle so that the circle is entering at full speed. Of course, I'm used to the opposite model, and I have just earned the horn orchestra from every side. The eyes must be on each side, because in addition to cars, trucks and motorbikes, bikes and pedestrians with trolleys are also crossing the crossroads. Just forget about Europe. Anyway, everyone is moving thoughtfully, and apparent chaos has its order. The horn simply belongs to a part of the riding and maybe just get used to it. The road to Moulay Idriss, the Muslim sacred site on the hill, runs smoothly until you turn to abbreviate. You are generally paid in Morocco. You will see unexpected, but your speed will suddenly be reduced to the average 30km / ha shock absorber with your butt suffers. The small town is very nice with its alleyways and the beautiful mosque itself, although we can not enter as an unbeliever. Muslims before praying have to undergo the prescribed cleansing, and all of them get tangled in front of the entrance and wash their legs there. Maybe you can imagine how it smells so there so we did not mind we could not come in there. The journey continued through the city where I had crossed the crowd of people I had not seen before. Everybody sold something on the way, so people are walking down the road and looking around. Buses, trucks and donkeys, all in uncontrolled chaos.

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Some people say that a couple of meters can be walked through, but this was the whole city, or about 5km. Cars have avoided spitting from the side that is just in the air, and it's pure chaos, but everything paradoxically moves and you do not stand. Thanks for the slot machine, as a clutch, I would probably burn here by eternally scrolling about half a meter. As we finally went out of town, a winding path appeared, and an old Mercedes in front of us, in which people stood in the back door, as they sat with their stumbling feet in the garden. Estimated there were twenty altogether. He went with them along the broken road so I had the problem to overtake him, but I did not want someone to fall under the wheels. The evening before, we found a hotel in Fes for 30eur, where we were on our way. I had the address in the navigation, but when I arrived at the address, I understood that even though I was from the hotel max 20, I do not know where the alley would look for. The natives see you desperation in their eyes and they immediately come to help. You will show them the address and the name of the hotel, and there will be a passionate debate where it might be. When they arrive, one will sit in your car and navigate you to the hotel. There he smiles, and thanks for the little bakish that is expected, he will thank very much and leave. This way we reached the hotel, which was in a classical Moroccan style with a relatively large room and sitting on the roof where the narrow staircase led to about five floors. The view from the terrace to the city was not fun, but interesting. Let's have dinner prepared. Tadzin. It's a bowl of meat and vegetables. Of course there is a large number of onions and, of course, welcome tea, which they call Moroccan whiskey and an insult, to refuse it. Nothing is expected for him. It's like welcoming you with bread and salt. Preparing for dinner can take up to two hours, so you eat everything, even if it was really tasty here. One thing is still the difference, compared to our meals. They will bring you first bowls of different vegetables, sauces and pastries. You let go of it, and if you eat it all, you get the meat in the juice and you already have your belly full of baking. They do it just the opposite of us. Salad and pastry is an appetizer and not a supplement. Prior to dinner, we also agreed that we want to go to the medina to look for leather processing and the production of ceramic mosaics. These crafts are renowned for Fes. The guide arrived exactly according to the agreement and pointed to everything we were interested in. Without a guide, do not drop into Fes. You will not find anything, not even the way out. We paid 20EUR for the guide, but it was worth it. We booked hotel in Zaide, skewered with blankets and sat down to sleep. It was cold at night.

 

https://www.kempy-chaty.cz/sites/default/files/turistika/maroko_5.jpgThe fourth day (Fes - Azrou - Oum Rabia - cedar tree - Zaida: 345km)
upward 5995m, down 4846m

 
   The journey that was waiting for us was not to be difficult, but why it did not make it harder :-) We went to Azra from Fes, arrived quite fast. But maybe too fast, because I paid the 10eur fine for speeding. Here we wanted to see the tallest and oldest cedar tree in the world to feed the monkeys that stay in the surrounding cedar woods. Morocco can not rely on the navigation pane. Rely better on guides. I wise as a radio, but I knew where I was going, so we took a detour of about 150km on the roads where it was not possible to go more than 20km / h. Just look at the map and forgive the loop. On the way to Azra, for the first time I turned right to the tree, but I did not like the turn, so I went elsewhere and finally we had to come back because Leonard and Veronika wanted to see the monkeys. It was not like that.
   On the way, we met a large number of children who stood on their way and tried to sell eggs from hens. Leonard chose toys at home, and they did not play these toys, and these toys were told by those children whose eyes lit up. These kids are grateful for every little thing, but they are most pleased with candy and lollipops that we also bought. It was probably the poorest part we were going through. The journey led around the beautiful rock formations to the Oum Rabia waterfalls, which are overwhelming and along the river are a Turkish-style Dymcaj restaurant. It is a very nice place and of course there is a local guide. A little, about ten-year-old boy who would not have lost his mouth in New York either. We did it in the semi-circle, because we had little time to take the detour. Here, when you stop somewhere, someone will appear in a reflective vest that will take care of the car park and your car. Of course, a bacon. But you can be sure the car is careful. This place deserves more time.
   We went back to Azra to see the cedar tree that I was asking this time for the locals. In the neighboring woods, we have fun with the monkeys that people feed here with cats from the children who sell them. We gave them bananas.
   The journey continued to Zaidi. It is a small town that is not interesting anymore hotel Zaida, is in the outskirts of the city and its surroundings looks like a gypsy settlement. Accommodation at 30eur was fine, dinner was excellent as well as breakfast included. Our next journey was to lead into the desert. On booking we found accommodation in luxury desks in the desert, but I was not sure how to get there, so we risked getting something in Merzouga, which should be a desert town on the edge of the Sahara.

 

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Day 5 (Zajda - Merzuga: 306km)
upward 1821m, down 2589m
Merzouga - Erg Chebbi: 6.3km offroad through the dunes


   The journey led through infinite planes across the desert. I do not understand one thing. Not far away. You stop to go out and suddenly to your car, there are two women asking for something to eat. We gave them oranges and bananas, because we did not have anything else. They thanked very much, even if they wanted Veronica's mummy. We had some warm things with us, so we did not succeed in doing that, but we were sorry.
   After an endless journey through the wilderness and between huge rocks, we arrived at a beautiful oasis where we made some beautiful photos and continued to Merzouga. Calling it city is exaggerated. It is a settlement with clay houses and a place of travel, there is sand everywhere. I expected that if it is a famous desert town, there will be travelers and hotels, but we did not know anything. It looked like it was from western to wild west. Eventually, we were rather mistaken, arrived at a hotel. I went in to ask if they would advise me to know where to find accommodation in the desert. He welcomed Beduin with the fact that he was fluent in English. Miracle. Sleeping in the desert? Not a problem. Snidane and dinner in the desert? Not a problem. We'll take you there on the camels, and it'll be all three for 70eur. Bomb. On booking it was 240eur. We just have a problem with those camels. Leonard does not last for an hour on the camel. New problem. We'll secure the Jeep and the next day, you'll still take to the Bedouin settlement to see how the nomads live and the musician who plays you. The ones behind 150eur. Sleeping in the oasis right under the largest dune of Morocco Erg Chebbi. Let's go quickly, let's get sunset over the desert. Veronika wants to bathe in the last rays of the sun in the desert and take beautiful pictures. Relax, let's have tea. The Jeep is faster than the camel. They gave us the keys from the room where we could put things together. We'll put forward what we wanted to take with us and have a shower. They do not have a shower in the desert, and the toilet is all around the tents. It will be adventure. Mitsubishi Pajero Sport came to us. The guy blows the rubber on one atmosphere and we set off. We enjoyed a great ride. The boy said he was driving a desert rally and it was obvious he had it in his hand. We overtaken three camels and arrived at our tents that were made of reeds and blankets. Instead of the carpet door and instead of the mattress bed. On the cover, of course, blankets. At night it may be around ten degrees, so it will be fun. Our Leonard has a strong allergy to cats and the presence of cats all around, and their climbing from where they were supposed to sleep, made us a little bit angry, but the beautiful scenery of the desert and changing colors at sunset all failed. The desert is just amazing. Dinner was one of the best we ate. Only the abbot, the cat company has been disturbing. The night sky over the desert is indescribable and, unfortunately, our equipment is unpopular. As we sit on the dunes, we hear that Mitsubishi starts and leaves the camp. They stay here alone, and the carpet shed, it does not give me a sense of security in the middle of the scorpion desert, and I do not know what else, because we only lie on the mattress on the ground. At night, I heard how the jeep came back and some heated debate. It was a cold night, and I almost spent her half-sleep like a dog watching and covering Leonard, who is still kicking. It was probably the hair of the cats, but that was later.

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Day 6 (Merzouga - Tinghrit - Dades: 460km)
upward 4678m, down 3723m


Out of desert: 22km offroads

    In the morning I discovered the reason for the emotional spills of the guy who brought us here. The front of the car was covered. In the night he flew into a dune where the rock was. The guy repaired it with one helper, and after a great breakfast, we went to Bedouin. On the way, we managed to commit to one dune. We dug a car, but we did not. The guy screamed something in the desert, and suddenly his helper appeared in the third dune. I do not know where he got there and how he knew where we were, but he helped us continue our journey. In the settlement, Mrs. Domina proudly pointed to her dwelling. These people have completely different value ranks as we do. It can not be described. It must be seen. He took us to the black desert. It is the marginal part of the Sahara, where the black stones with it make me quite depressing, compared to the orange sand dunes. Eventually he took us to some musician, where he was just talking about the retirement of German retirees. Quickly away from such artificial attractions for tourists.

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 We went back to the hotel. Changed, they sat in our car and headed for the Atlas Mountains. We still booked the hotel in Dades Canyon where we were heading. The road was supposed to be in 300km, which is good to handle. We headed for Tinghir, from where we planned to pass through the pass through first to the Atlas and then to the downhill through the Dades Canyon. Plan pretty. The first-class route, so it should be fast. The first problem arose when we did not know how to find a gas station, where to pay a card and eventually any gasoline. The car held us, and I think the tank was drifting dry. When you walk through a rocky desert, where you turn the wheel once every twenty miles and the gasoline is in one of the five places you go through, it is with an empty tank a total of adrenaline. The small town of Tinghir is quite nice and the pass that goes to the Atlas is beautiful. We also met four magnificent truck expeditions. Unfortunately, I'm not going to shoot them. The road was steadily rising and knocking to 2700m. On the way we stopped a few times in the children we gave toys and candy. They were very pleased. Eventually, we arrived at the village where the road was to turn back into Dades Canyon. The settlement was scary, and after a bad turn and a reversal of our car, a crowd of aggressive children, who were very indiscriminate, demanded anything. With the chinking hands on the door and hood, we left as soon as possible this settlement along the gravel road towards Dades. According to the navigation, we were right on the first class road, we were here at the wrong time. The journey has not yet been completed. After about 20km, a terribly broken road where our Mičina had something to do, we started to climb to the height of 2900mnm, and mud from the melting snow appeared on the way, and finally the snow tongues across the road, making us unable to continue. It was only by miracle that we did not get stuck here, and did not end up in the gullet when they were back. The car held us again. As I found out of satellite images at home, we missed just 8km to get to the asphalt. So we had to go through a terrible settlement where I did not even bust, just blow back to Tinghir. It meant a detour of about 100km along the way full of curves. We dine in Tinghir and send a message to the hotel that we will be late at night. At the hotel, 35eur was waiting for us and very much welcomed tea, of course. Very nice accommodation with a beautiful garden. The home offered Leonard Sprite. Our big mistake that we allowed him. Leonard is used to drinking clean water, but sweet Sprite tastes of course. Unfortunately, it was cold and the bubbles combined with the cats from the previous night caused Leonard to show laryngitis at night. It was not for the first time, and Medrol was safe with us, but who had experienced it, he knew it was not fun at home, not in hotels in the middle of Dades Canyon, far from civilization. We did the night, but we knew after previous experience that we still have at least one similar one waiting for us. We need to get to the sea cold and humid air as soon as possible. Next to Marrakesh we do not give it one at a time, so we booked the hotel at Medina in Marrakech for 43eur. Let's see her at least at night when she arrives.

Seventh Day (Dades - Ait Ben Hado - Berber Fortress - Marrakech: 369km)
upward 3919m, down 5133m


    In the morning, after a great breakfast, Dades quickly headed for Marrakesh. On the way, we turned from the main road to the sidewalk, which was the same length, but it was around Ait Ben Ben Hadi. Films such as Gladiator were filmed here. Nice, but tourist, so we could see from afar. On the way, we were more interested in the Berber fortress. The road to her was a bit bumpy again, but she stood still. She led past reefs where quarries were carved, as well as houses, over steep gorges, fascinating. The Berber fortress from the outside looks like a ruin. We were disappointed, and Berber showed up with the perfect English saying if we wanted to go in. We did not even. He said that if we do not like fantastic mosaics that are inside we do not have to pay anything. We went in. Still a ruin, we went to the second floor and suddenly behind the door the most amazing mosaics I've ever seen. On walls, ceilings, columns. Everywhere. 300ludi from Fesu produced it manually for three years, day and night. The ruler, who lived here with thousands of people, had five women and 85 concubines. We looked at the building completely and were happy to pay for the admission and thanked us for making us see us. The broken road full of turns, eventually connected to the road, just a full turn more or less, until Marrakech.

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   Marrakech is a huge city. Navigation led me directly to the medina. Direct to the medina. Going to the medina on foot during the day is adrenaline. Going to the medina by car at night is madness. I did not, but a choice. The hotel I chose was not on the edge of the medina, but right there. After about five turns, I knew that I did not know how to get out and secondly that I probably would not find the hotel. Locus still knew where we were, but the width of the alleyways and the exit bans, was short. Sygic did not even want to find the desired address. 2: 0 for Locus. Before we entered another narrow aisle from which motorcycles, people and carts were flowing in all directions, we stopped two young guys on a motorbike. I have already said they have the ability to read from your expression that you do not know where you are and will come to help immediately. They asked what I was looking for. I showed them the address and hotel name on the phone. He ran to ask the people around and sat down on the motorbike. Come behind us, he said. He led us through the narrow aisles, and I only watched Locust as we approached our hotel or went to the organ. We approached. Suddenly they stopped. He said. It is also not possible to drive by car. Let's go see the dog where it is. I parked at the edge. Veronika and Leonard were locked in the car and chased the boys into the night medina. The boys wandered and ran through the aisles. I've long ago lost the concept of a car parked, even though Locus was still holding and might have brought me back. After a long search and questioning, we stood in front of the high wall door, which was the name of our hotel. Let me say that I have great orientation sense, but I would never find it. And I mean, NEVER. The boys just laughed and wanted to leave. I explained to them frankly that they can not leave because I do not know where I have a car with Veronica and Leonard. They laughed and knocked on the door. He opened the hotel manager and immediately asked if I had a booking through the Booking and that they were waiting for us. I explained to him that I do not know where my car is. He talked to boys and he went with me to the car. I gave the guys 100MAD, because I did not have the little ones for their help, I would give them anything. Their eyes shone and thanked them very much. The manager sat in my car and took us to the parking lot, where we paid 3,5eur for the watch. They took their luggage and walked through the night medina to the hotel with the dirty trunks of cubes on the pavement. The hotel was beautiful and the room on the roof with the terrace under the stars was the most beautiful we had. We asked for dinner, but they did not cook at the hotel, so we explained where to find the restaurant. We had a good meal and got tired after a long day of sleep. Unfortunately, our fears were overnight and Leonard got laryngitis again. This was even worse, even after the last Medrolu tablet we had spent the night on a lounger outdoors where the colder air was helping him. Unfortunately, after this experience, we did not want to risk any further delays in the interior, so from Marrakech, we did not see anything except the Ferrari that passed us in the city. I feel like a little over the night square of Djem El Fna, which I was really curious about, but the health of the child has the highest priority. We booked the apartment in Essaouira for 54eur, which lies on the coast. The main emphasis on selection was that it was not in Moroccan style. We wanted to eliminate ubiquitous blankets and the possibility of cat hair in them. Apartment D Hote with a European-style kitchenette.

Eight days (Marrakech - Eussaouira: 180km)
upward 675m, down 1122m
Essaouira medina 3km


   We went out after breakfast, which was included in the price. From the Marrakesh Medina, I came out quite smoothly, thanks to Locust. On the way we met the dirty Ferrari. Contrasts in this African country are unbelievable. Whether it is land, or differences in temperatures at night and overnight, or poverty versus incredible wealth. The goal was to get to the sea as soon as possible and to stay out of sight anywhere. We knew that along the way we would go around the argan parks where there is one global rarity. The goats climb the trees. I did not know exactly where it was. You will find it on the map above with a photo. On the way, men stood and pointed to the trees on which the goats were. We stopped. The guys unloaded one more goat on the tree to make the picture fuller, one goat in the arms of Veronika, and they took a photo of us. An amazingly authentic experience. Of course you bakish. I wanted to give him 20MAD. That at least 50MAD. 50 did not just have 100 and 20. inventive, he pulled out of his pocket 5EUR that he handed me and picked up 100MAD.

https://www.kempy-chaty.cz/sites/default/files/turistika/cesta_po_maroku_9.jpgHe got what he wanted and even got rid of him, unusable euros. They're just traders. We reached the sea around lunch. We stopped in front of the hotel, which was 50m from the sea, and welcomed us about ten cats lying on the sidewalk. They were only in front of this hotel, and nowhere else could be seen. They probably guessed us. The apartment was spacious and headed, there were no blankets, although the presence of cats in the home made it possible for them to move even after the apartments. We chose to go straight to the beach and on the way we put the sea monsters in a small recipe right across from the hotel. One of the best prepared I've ever eaten. Little wanted to jump into the waves. An unpleasant wind blew, even though the sun was warm. Leonard flew into the sea, dressed only with pulled sweatpants, and it was only a matter of time when he would be wet. As I walked over the towel and walked over to the beach, it was a reality. At least he was a little worried and the sea air was calming us. Subsequently, we chose to look for a pharmacy in the medina because we needed to buy Medrol as much as we could, but we wanted to be sure even though we believed the worst was behind us. In the first pharmacy, our hands, feet, because they did not know English, suggested we needed a prescription. We were afraid of that. He told us where to find a doctor who prescribed it to us. On the way, we found another pharmacy. We'll try. I placed our empty Medrol. The pharmacist besides, a full box.

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Can I buy it? Of course. So I ask for some more calcium syrup. Enjoy. 6eur. In a box of the same manufacturer as our only Arabic and French description, there were three times as many pills as you can get extra money for us without a prescription. Where the hell I live for. We were pleased to see the medina as well as the adjacent port. Leonard got himself the first time on an electric car he liked. We traveled along the Longhaan beach where they learned to surf the beginners, which reminded me of the Canary Islands. The little one still played on the playground right on the beach and we were satisfied to go to bed in clean duvets. In the evening I booked another European apartment in Safi for 38eur.

 

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