>Day 9
We wake up, do the usual walk around and eat in a local venue and after loosing the Blandés we manage to set off for Marrakech and arrive by night.
We to get ourselves a room in a hostel well known to japanese people and go out to get some food.
The Jaema el Fna square is full of people and some lights and smoke can be seen on the other side. It's full of orange juice stalls, food stalls and the usual merchants, some story tellers, people playing and dancing, some betting...
We get some food and go back to the hostel, Abduki has to get a flight early next morning.
On the way we get chased by a couple of fucking beautiful prostitutes and their little 3 years old boy. Me and Juan go to have coffee with them.
>Day 10
Abduki is gone. Bye!
The square is more walkable during the day. There's also a different kind of show in it. Now you get snake charmers with cobras included that attempt to put snakes on you so you can take picture and henna tattoo girls. On of them, lacking one eye, comes towards me and tells me that she'll draw something for free, as a present, then she drags me to her place and attempt to get a big one and charge 200 Dh. I manage to run away dropping 20.
We start walking towards the medina. Here they have reed covers on the streets giving a more Aladdin look.
I'm starting to get thirsty and I find a few people gathered around some corner stall serving them some colourful and thick beverage, I have to get one!
For 6 Dh I get the best smoothy in a long long time. A mix of several fruits making a very cool melange.
Walking around town we see a lot of donkeys pulling carts, some of them left under the sun to dissecate.
Exploring the streets I find the first rubbish container! It had its deal of containing so at some point it broke but someone properly fixed it by sewing it with metallic thread.
We keep on getting kids to tell us that the way we are going is closed. We usually agree with doubt.
A few more colourful smoothie's shops appear, so I take advantage to enjoy some more.
It's here also, by looking at an ancient closed gate that I realize that other than arabic, there's another language. One that resembles videogame-alien-greek. Later on I will learn that it's berber written language.
We get informed by an expontaneous wannabe guide that there's a Carrefour nearby. Juan and Juanjo rush to get some beers.
We end up watching the sunset on the terrace of the hostel.
>Day 11
We wake up to go and see a tomb of some important people. Nothing especially fancy. Weirdly the things that shock me most are the little cats that live on the tombs and that there are a couple f woman workers building a toilet in there.
Walking around we find some hammam for moroccan people for just 12 Dh. I go in to check how it is and it keeps and getting hotter and hotter and massages are given by your same sex and you have to buy yourself all the stuff for the massage. When I come out the sun battered streets seem quite fresh.
We meet some southern guy that invites us to his weaving shop and then shows us some hammams where we can get a massage by a woman instead of a man. We end up booking one of them for 250 Dh each for the afternoon. The price includes hammam and massage.
After lunch we meet up with Sarah again, who has come to get the flight that afternoon. She's got us some nice "power ranger" bracelets (they actually have the peace symbol) with colours matching some meaning.
Once in the hammam we get undressed and head upstairs for the bath. A very nice, tall and busty young lady scrubs us and washes us. I little later a fatty ugly one is helping her.
Once we have been washed, oiled and perfumed we're conducted downstairs to a room with massage beds. There we are given a simultaneous massage. The technique on the one on me is quite bad. She's rushing so much that I have to tell to go slower, she didn't care.
Once done the girls ask for a tip, but we already paid more than enough for the service given and leave something like 20 Dh and a funny note on the visits book.
After that Juan and Juanjo make a trip to Carrefour while I bid farewell to Sarah and try to find some company for the sunset.
We end up watching the sunset on the terrace of the hostel again, with two nice japanese girls and staying up until very late.
